We all love a redemption story. We like to look at the successful businessman, flashback twenty years and see how he rose from poverty and emerged into excellence. However, it is hard to see that happy ending if you start the story from the beginning. If you introduce the situation as hopeless, difficult and hard it is impossible to sit contently without guarantee of that happily ever after. I’m certain that Joseph was not even capable of imaging the heights to which he would rise while he was being sold into slavery by those he loved or sitting in jail for years in suffering. That is because it is hard to see through suffering. We want to embrace suffering; we want to indulge in it because it feels good. Perhaps from the perspective of the Potter, God is trying to send us a message during those times. Life will present us with a thousand ways to suffer, but it is in that process that we are made to glorify Christ. It is only in battle that we can find victories. It is only in battle that we build our strength, break down our pride and learn a love for Christ that would not be possible if we were only ever made to sail smooth seas. I must daily keep my eyes on Christ, running the race with patience and persistence and never losing hope. I believe one of Satan’s greatest weapons is coaxing us to stay, running in circles, focusing on suffering when we are to keep our eyes on the finale God has for us; the ultimate redemption story.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Faithfulness
The other day I was sitting in Chapters reading a book by Max Lucado entitled “Fearless”. I flipped to a chapter on “doubting God” because I felt as though in all my protesting towards where God has me right now, I was surely doubting Him. Lucado went on to explain that sometimes God lets things happen to us, or pushes us through situations that at the time are seemingly meaningless yet become infinitely important later on, perhaps even in our new life to come. He painted the picture of a baby in the womb, growing fingers and nails that he or she has no apparent use for, forming lungs that have not yet known what it is to breathe or developing eyes that, although never opened while created, will be witness to beauty indescribable one day. All of these which are perceivably useless at the time become necessary for the life to come. He emphasized that although there are times where we lack the wisdom to see purpose, God knows that it will be inconceivable to live without those experiences one day. They are a part of our formation as children of Christ. Until their purposes are revealed He calls us to be faithful and put our doubts and questioning to rest until we can fully understand His plan and purposes.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011

This past week Tasha and some of our other friends from states have been in Vancouver visiting. Although it is a bit emotionally wearing to see people for a few days and then say goodbye all over again it still has been so nice to be able to reconnect with old friends and spend some time playing tourist in my own city.

Sunday, December 12, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
37No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. 38For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons,[m] neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, 39neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord. Romans: 8
Whether it be the vastness of a galaxy of stars in which we are only a small fragment or the beauty of something we know is not of ourselves we are drawn back into the glory of a God much grander than all that is this life. Lost within this world that seeks to confuse us, cloud us with uncertainty and overburden us until we focus so on ourselves that we cannot see a Christ whom redeems all these things. Although we may stumble in the battle, the Lord is near and promises that if we persevere, none of these things can separate us from Him.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
On my mind...
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Barcelona!
Saturday, May 29, 2010
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Gone Going
Lately I have been reading Donald Miller’s blog. This is mostly because I read two of his books while away at school and I completely fell in love with his writing. Something about his simplicity and quirky writing style helped me to feel he was humble. Obviously I do not know him personally so I cannot really say for certain, but as I turned page after page I experienced a type of “coffee-date-comfort” as if we were just sitting around Tim Horton’s discussing God. The ease in his writing melted away my desire to “study” and rather encouraged me to just “soak up” his thoughts and opinions.
In January he wrote a post describing how to live a meaningful life. Lately, with working full time, living in Tsawwassen and floating around while most are away at University, life feels anything but meaningful. It has been diced with routine and things that used to give me such joy have been set to the wayside because of awkward work scheduling, especially, attending church.
It is interesting however, because this lifestyle has left me examining things in more fine detail. When one spends every day doing practically the same thing over and over it becomes much more memorable when something unusual occurs. I savour time with friends and family and anything else that occurs because it isn’t the “same old same old”. It has provoked a desire to savour everyday moments into making them memorable. I make an effort to engage because I have noticed that all to easily life can just cruise on by while I am on auto-pilot. As put by Margaret Bonnano, “It is only possible to live happily-ever-after on a day-to-day basis”. Taking three minutes to talk to co-workers, old friends or my little sister have become somewhat important to me. I want to dig deeper, cherish those people and make sure that they know, in that very moment and every moment to come, how much I love them and being around them. This means, sometimes working past tough issues, taking risks that would be easy not to take and making the extra effort to show you care.
I know I am about to leave again and set off to an adventure where things will always be exciting and changing so I hope I can carry these same desires with me still. I am so excited at the prospect of meeting new people and also of seeing old friends which I love so dearly and could not picture my life without. So, not letting yesterday take up too much of today, I am relishing in each moment to make it memorable and meaningful.
Sunday, December 27, 2009

Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Since I have got home my life has been a whirlwind of catching up with old friends, applying for job after job and lots of driving! There is one thing however that has plagued me since the very moment I arrived in Canada; the cold. The first steps off the plane were met by a brisk wind that blanketed my sun saturated skin and filled my tropically accustomed lungs (Don't worry, I already hear the chorus of people saying "we don't feel sorry for you"). This new and all too easily forgotten feeling of winter was not such an easy thing to adjust to. In fact, I have now found myself stealing housecoats at Costco so that I can wear them around the freezing cold store, situating myself on the edge of the Olive Garden fireplace while I eat my dinner as to simply be comfortable and avoiding eating frozen food so I won’t have to venture to the freezer aisles of Safeway. While to others I may appear slightly insane or dramatic, to myself, I am simply trying to survive in this bitter cold.
Friday, November 27, 2009
Till I See You Again
We all came from vastly different worlds and now, after four months, we watch one another past through the gate of Portantorchas, some for the very last time, and drive down the hill that we often complained about having to climb, wondering if we may never see that person that we have come to love as a brother or sister again in this lifetime. Then, we make our way back into the Salla where we stumbled into every morning, eyes half-shut, PJ’s still on and warm from bed, hair messy and unwashed but hey, it didn’t matter because we were like siblings. I think it is going to be the strangest, perhaps most empty feeling to leave the safety of the Port bubble and wake up in a room that is all my own; not sitting down and eating breakfast with my friends every morning, not playing hours of ping-pong because I guess I will have “better things” to do, not speaking Spanish because no one will know what I am saying and not eating copious amounts of McDonalds. Yes, I will be the first to admit I have complained before about how I “miss home” and how excited I will be to go home with all its comforts. However, there may just be a small part of me that wakes up that first morning, in my own bed, uninterrupted by several alarm clocks and blow-dryers, not having to wait for the bathroom (or finding another one all together because someone neglected to pay heed to the angry sign on the door)... and I will think...man, I really miss that place.
Yes, we all came from immeasurably different worlds, and even though we know each other very well, we do not know what it going to be like for our fellow friends to dive back into the lives they used to call normal, whatever that may be. Therefore, to all of you, I promise you that I will always keep you in my prayers and I love you and will miss you all very much!
Monday, November 16, 2009
As time goes by...
(Note: Tash, if you are creepin this, which you most likely are 1. Please don't kill me and 2. Please do not tell Poka about this photo)





