Farmington, New Mexico is home. The city is engulfed by the Navajo Reservation and is not far from the Four Corners. It is in this beautiful, desert wilderness the town is nestled in a valley surrounded by a sea of sage. North of the city, the majestic La Plata Mountains tower across the sky. West of the city, the famous peak Shiprock silently stands. The landscape is as diverse as its people. White, Hispanic and Navajo culture weave together in this unique city. Black gold is king. Oil and natural gas are the driving industries in Farmington.
I was born to Tim and Valerie Valdez. I could write all day about my parents. This blog will allow me to share them with you on occasion. They are incredible. They have shown me love and provided for my every need. I have one very kind sister, Cherayah. I love spending time with them and with my grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins. On any given weekend, we will be sharing each others company over cold Pepsi and greasy lamb ribs.
Ethnically, I'm White, Spanish, and Navajo. But I don't find identity in race. I find my identity in Christ. I'm a Christian. I want my entire life to be spent for the spread of the fame of His name. He is everything to me. The Apostle Paul so eloquently stated the yearning of my heart, "that I may know him and the power of his resurrection, and may share his sufferings, becoming like him in his death," (Philippians 3:10).
I serve as a pastor at Desert Heights Church. We exist to reach people with the life giving message of Jesus that they might become fully devoted followers of Christ.
I love to read and to write (obviously). There is something inexpressibly delightful about curling up with a good book and a hot cup of New Mexico Pinon Coffee. I enjoy good company, and great conversations. I love to game. My favorite is Day of Defeat where I mow down scores of evil Nazis with my trusted Thompson sub machine gun. Taylor Swift, America's Sweetheart, is my hopeless crush! The Dallas Cowboys are my yearly heartache.
We all have them. My hero is my father. He is a godly, strong man. His knowledge is vast and his ability to solve problems even greater. He leads our family with immense character. He has been an example to follow. I aspire to be like him. My youth pastor, Dave Deets greatly influenced me during my teen years. We had many late night discussions. He pushed me to think, to lead, to disciple, and to preach. When it comes to written influence, no author has influenced my theological thinking more than A.W. Tozer. The Knowledge of the Holy rocked my world. Seriously. I find myself going back to Tozer again and again.