Thursday 4:20AM. My alarm goes off, and I drag myself out of bed to start work. I sit down at the dining room table, my makeshift office, type in the password to my laptop to login. It doesn’t work. I try it again, and again. Password Incorrect. I email my boss who is in Vancouver, … More Finding peace in the midst of loss.
I’ve been thinking a lot. Maybe I’ve been sitting in the proverbial valley so long that I’d forgotten what it was like to just enjoy God. We’re about halfway done our time in Santa Barbara, and it’s nothing like I’d worried it out to be. Typical. This experience, this time, is my time of rest … More Simple Faith On Sabado Tarde.
Philippians 4:6. The verse really popped as I read it while sifting through Instagram stories. Surprisingly, God still uses a time-suck like Instagram to call me back to Himself. He really is extremely gracious. The Insta Story read: “Do not be anxious about anything. Keyword: ANYTHING.” Guhhhhhhhh. Yesssss….but howwww… Don’t be worried about anything? If … More “Do not be anxious about anything. Keyword: anything.”
No Other Name – an Ottawa-wide conference that takes place on Good Friday every year, where hundreds of youth from all over the city gather to encounter God, and to understand what Christ accomplished on the cross. As the worship team, we had been practicing a solid set list since December. Lots of work and … More When Doubts Drag You Down.
“This right here is the problem, God. It’s always my fault. Why is it always my fault?” I wanted to be completely open and honest with myself and God. If I was frustrated and angry at my current situation, it was because this lie of things “always being my fault,” was what I believed, and … More “It’s always my fault.”
I had an intense November. I wrote about all of it. Then I never posted it, because I’m a flaky, indecisive millennial. Jokes aside, it was better that I didn’t post it then because I still had lots to digest and think through. So here goes. Back in November I listened to two sermons, one … More How I Found Peace In Chaos.
“Who are you?” The question caught me off guard. Admittedly, my friend Paul had made a smooth segue from our conversation about the significance of my tattoo, to my view of my personal significance. I was stumped. I stumbled around for an answer, and came up with the Sunday school response of, “Uhh…a child of … More Who am I?