that perfect hand…

In Ocean's 11, Danny said that "the house always wins. If you play long enough, never change the stakes, then the house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big… and then, you take the house." Here's the hand I've been dealt, sometimes it's risky and sometimes it's safe, but all the time… it's perfect. It's mine.


‘i wannnnnna gooo homme’

What a title to start a new year of life and blogging, huh? I think it appropriate.

So here’s the deal: Jes asked us all what our new year resolutions are at our New Year’s Eve fondue the other night (and subsequently our last night in Penticton). She said ‘don’t think about it, just whatever comes to your head’. And my response was ‘love more; stress less’. Sounds easy, right? I sure hope so.

But now I am sitting here in Victoria, not even two weeks of a winter vacation later, and my brain already hurts from what is about to start yet again. School, financial turmoil, roommates, and rain. Will it ever end? Stress less. Please.

And I look back at the holidays, not without it’s imperfections and arguments, but still brilliant and then the past 22 years of a man (basically) free existence, and one thing is resoundingly clear. Love more.

I was hoping to write some masterpiece of my goals and ambitions for 2008, full of eloquent and witty ways of showing you how absolutely in control of my life-this-year I am. But that’s a bit of a laugh riot.

I think I might have more controlled understanding of my life now than I ever have at this moment… because as I get my school bag ready, trying to maintain a low blood pressure, my true resolution is to surrender this pen to my life story to Jesus. I’ve come a long way, and this is the very first time I have ever done that, and I pray that His desires for 2008 in Kate is beyond my overactive imagination, and my own wants… He knows those, now He can come up with the rest.

Love more; Stress Less… and be moldable by Jesus Christ. (I know moldable is not a word but I am making it one for the sake of direction).

PS My title reflects the always-present out-of-place feeling I get when I leave Camrose or Penticton… it wears off after a few days, but it’s hard to get back into a routine without my sister and brother in laws encouragement, my mom’s gentle understanding, and my entire family’s way of being ‘home’. Growing up is hard, no matter how many years I’ve been doing it.

Here’s to the masterpiece of my life! Prepare…to be surprised~