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.


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if seen, please return to the disheartened, discouraged 23 year old

The other day I posted about my beautiful blue little Honda civic that I am growing attached to..

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It was stolen on Thursday. So now I am so utterly frustrated, the last 48 hours loaded with phrases equating to “well, it’s a Honda, they are the most targeted vehicle for thieves” or “It’s your rims… they already took your cd player now they came back for your rims” or my personal favourite “You can take our civic, but you can’t take our freedom!” (Braveheart).

My friend Ben got up in class and said “I would like to dedicate my presentation to Kate, who got her car stolen and we need to think about her as she will probably be taking the bus. Ouch.” Thanks, Ben.

Anyways, needless to say (completely needless to say) I am really upset and drowning in a case of “why me” because literally, this blog is a catalogue of events that seem to happen to me, consistently. In my car were my $1300 figure skates, my brand new running shoes, my rollerblades, and my $400 UVic parking pass.

The kind RCMP officer told me that the vehicles usually turn up in a matter of days (where exactly could they go? Off the island? Probably not) and if not, it takes 30 days to start a claim. That being said, in the next 30 days I have 5 final exams, 3 term papers, 1 reading log, and Christmas. It’s not really what I want to be dealing with?

I get confused at moments like this, I feel like as I try to lead a life of joy, I really wonder at why these challenges and tests from God come at consistent intervals. I can’t handle all of what I need to do with school on top of losing my car; my very first car.

In the midst of my tears, the David Crowder song that I posted the other day came on my iTunes, and its lyrics just seemed to penetrate my soul:

And didn’t You see me cry’n?
And didn’t You hear me call Your name?
Wasn’t it You I gave my heart to?
I wish You’d remember
Where you sat it down…

I didn’t notice You were standing here
I didn’t know that
That was You holding me
I didn’t notice You were cry’n too
I didn’t know that
That was You washing my feet


I would be blessed by your prayers. Not only that my car be returned sooner than 30 days but that I can focus and do what I need to do. And that I have faith. That I always have faith. That maybe you can understand this while I am broken and simply can’t. I know it’s just stuff, my aunt was encouraging me of that. But it’s my stuff… that I spent half my summer savings on, that I just bought brand new tires for, that they violated me and the people I live with.

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