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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Merry Christmas my dear friends and family… I am so blessed by each one of you, I wish I could tell you all individually, and in person, how much I adore you…and how much Christmas is not only about celebrating Jesus’ and His life but celebrating my own life and all that YOU ALL bring into it. I can’t put into words what I truly feel and think of all of you, but I hope that this season and today and tomorrow is filled with quiet awe and wonder and overwelmingly beautiful and fun moments with your own family and friends.

Be blessed… if even a fraction of how blessed I am by you, then I think you’re doing pretty good.


grace and peace,






Fourth Sunday of Advent.

The fourth candle symbolizes love.

This is so great. Today is the very first time in my 20 odd years that it has just been my mom and I alone doing the Christmas baking. Quite entertaining, I’ve so far made two close calls: nanaimo bars and eat more bars that “don’t look quite right.” Either way, I’ve stolen away from the fiesta while mom is brushing up on her chocolate tempering to talk to you about love.

Someone I used to be close to once said to me “you don’t know anything about love” when we were 14 and my other close friend had just broken up with her. Needless to say, I couldn’t console her worth the change in my wallet.

As I’ve gotten older I’ve learnt more about love… how to do it more often, how to wait for it to be real, how it can hurt…but the coolest thing I’ve learnt about love are the different types of it. I am watching my Mom today and how she’s carefully telling me what to do and why while I make chocolate turtles for the first time, and I am just overwhelmed by how much I love her. Then watching my Dad take about an hour to wrap one package for Smithers, making all the corners line up and tight, taping every loose piece, and while this tedium and meticulous motion bores me to tears, I have to laugh at how much I love my Dad for his attention to detail and perfectionist way of doing things. I don’t know how he could ever be any different.

I love my siblings, each in their quirky and interesting way, I love my brother-in-law for being quirky and interesting in an often ridiculous way, my closest friends and my oldest friends, my extended family, my cutest roommates, my coworkers, my job, my second chance at life, and the brilliance of wintertime. I don’t love not being in love but I think that time will come soon enough.

Although, today I remember the love that I want to scream off the roof tops and whisper into everyone’s ear, it’s the love for my Saviour, the one that if all those other loves in my life fade away, He will remain and that is and forever will be enough. I am so so so excited today, not just to bake with my mom or make fun of my dad, but I am in anticipation, filled with hope, peace, joy and love waiting for Jesus to come.

I am the child of a Saviour; the daughter of a KING. And if that’s not enough to be proud of, to love, then I don’t know what else there is? Princess Kate. I like the sound of that. I am celebrating the glorious birth of the love of my life. I am so excited!

The timer went off though, I don’t want to burn His sugar cookies!


grace and peace,

your Kate

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To quote Jes “I guess the point of this game of ‘tag’ is that once you’re tagged you post the fifth picture in the fifth picture folder on your computer… ” And since I am at home in Penticton, I didn’t know what I would find. But this one was too good to be true:


Isn’t my Dad such a delight? 🙂 I love being tagged.

Now, to pass on the love, I tag:


I bet yours won’t be as cute as mine?!


baby it’s cold outside

Hello my faithful readers, friends, and awkward creepers,

I am HOME. Yay. (For the record, I hate the word Yay.)

Bella did not enjoy the trip home… even thought I have brand new tires, the traction and grip was limited so I was extra cautious through Manning Park and its icy roads and snowcapped trees… the Okanagan is officially gorgeously snowy and cold. It’s fascinating. But a 4 hour drive slowly became more like 6, as I inched along, enjoying the view of the wintery goodness.

I did decide I am sick of driving alone. So anyone vying for the job of my husband or official companion, please apply slash come do so before January 4th. The lack of a stereo really and truly made for a long, awkward (People driving by and watching) trip of me belting out Christmas songs, trying not to swerve, and dancing to the beat of my own offbeat tunes.

So I formally am looking for a distraction from my own ridiculousness.

Here’s a good one though, I started a fight on the ferry.

I curled up with the book Joce and Jordie gave me for Christmas (a colection of Alice Munro’s best stories…positively brilliant!) when my Dad called.

I was talking to him in a hushed tone when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye… this old lady, wearing a floorlength fur coat I might add, was shaking her newspaper at me. Then I made eye contact and she literally (she was probably 80) mouthed to me ‘shut up’. I checked my tone and I definitely was not talking loud so whatever. I Looked away.

This lady sitting beside me saw this and looked at me and said ‘watch this’… she picked up her own phone, called her friend, and proceeded to scream-talk at her friend. AT being the operative word: she was full on yelling about Christmas plans and the whole bit.

Once she hung up, this old lady looked at us and said some obsenities that shouldn’t come out of anyone’s mouth, let alone Granny Jane’s. So… my seat-mate called someone else, and did it all over again. The old lady stood up, walked over to us, threw her newspaper at my feet (I was on the outside, ergo, the target), and stormed off.

For the love of Ebenezer Scrooge, calm down.




Third Sunday of Advent.

The third candle symbolizes joy.

Anybody have any grand ideas for this one? Pastor Nathan explained this morning that joy comes internally, externally, and always from God. Yet what about those moments, like this moment, where joy is a little harder to come by? Harder to find? Sometimes it is just more of a struggle, and we feel like we spend so much time looking for and grasping at hope and peace that seeking joy just feels more like a chore. I have written several times on this blog about actively trying to live my life one of joy. And how hard it is. When joy, the beautiful return for waiting for and the gift of Jesus, should be so simple. Do you have any ideas? I don’t really know what to think about joy today because I am waiting, it feels like everyone is waiting, for the joyous part of this season. And waiting is not very much fun. And just as I’ve offered to pray and keep you in my prayers, please keep my family in yours. Pray for healing and hope and peace and that the suffocating, intoxicating, brilliant thing of joy comes to overwhelm them all. Us all.

Victoria, by miracle of all miracles, is covered in a pretty blanket of snow. And it’s so very quiet out in the world of white, perhaps here to settle us in for the last full week of anticipating You.

grace and peace,


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Second Sunday of Advent.

The second candle symbolizes peace.

Peace is so fitting right now, I find (as I am sure you all do too) that Christmas season, which should be the most peaceful of all, often isn’t. I spent a lot of time at the mall this week, waiting for my car to be inspected, waiting for class to start, waiting for my coffee to be made, waiting with abated breath for people to stop moving. And stop rushing from everywhere to everywhere else. It’s as if Christmas is the ticket to speed up, get out of control, and be justified doing so.

But lack of peace is so much more than the busyness of the season. I’ve found this week there have been some really hard circumstances that make it hard to find the peace of this second week of Christmas. Not just final exams or ICBC claims or fears of the future, and certainly not just things that are about me, but a number of times this week, someone shared how he or she is simply not at peace. I find I am not the most equipped person to deal with other people’s hurts or concerns very eloquently or even say things that directly reflect my heart… I mean, I am hardly comfortable hugging people so it is hard when someone is struggling for peace because it so mirrors my own soul. So I just pray… because our hurts pale in comparison to how huge Jesus’ love for us is. We’re such an instant-gratification, impatient society and I find that that invades the peace that should be resting inside.

The dictionary defines peace as the separation or distance from anything that causes strife or pain; it’s serenity and silence. Silence. Maybe that’s why it is so hard to hold onto, peace, because it only takes a drop of water or a gust of wind to break the silence. If that’s all it takes, that I can see why school or health or family or fear can take over and replace the peace in our hearts. But I pray, and will pray (just ask!), that we all spend a little more time in silence. In peace. The longer it’s quiet, the more we get used to it…and I assure you, the more we’ll miss it when it’s gone. The better acquainted we may get with this peace, the more real it becomes. And like our hope, we need to share it. I have a deep and persistent yearning for that peace… not just for myself but those whom I love who need that peace right now… the settling of hearts and silencing of fear.

The quiet surrender of our souls.

I posted this verse before but I just wanted to put it up again (and I love how in the disarray of my car after it was stolen, my little index card with it written on it remained intact..:)) because it fits:

“Because He bends down to listen, I will pray as long as I have breath.” -Psalm 116:2

Can you feel it? I promise He’s holding you, walking with you, wondering how long you’ll wait before knowing He’s enough… stepping into that silence… embracing that peace.

Either way, I am waiting here with you. I promise.

grace and peace,



addiction post cont.

This is hilarious.

Tonight I went to see my good friend Robyn while she was at work out in Langford and I wanted to surprise her with a coffee. Well, coffee for me, hot chocolate for her, as was the norm when we worked together at ATB Financial in Calgary. So I am waiting, freezing, in the drive thru for Starbucks, when I ordered:

One skinny latté with sugarfree vanilla and one hot chocolate with no whip.

I get to the actual pickup window and the girl, clearly embarrassed, says:

I was doing something else when I took your order and forgot to punch it in so what was it again? I am so embarrassed (see I made an astute observation, she even admitted the embarrassment).

I repeated and took out by debit card and she said

No, it was my stupidity that’s making you wait so long so these drinks are free.

Wow. That’s unreal and a total dream come true… so I took them and went happily on my way. So pumped to tell Robyn.

Until I got out of the car at the RR and proceeded to drop and explode my latté onto the pavement…and all over my newly cleaned car.

I did manage to save the hot chocolate so the good deed wasn’t totally lost.

I just really wanted that stinkin’ latté, ya know?




“It doesn’t come naturally but when it’s finally part of your routine, you’ll move mountains to get it.

What would happen if I got as addicted to God as I am to COFFEE? How can I move heaven and earth to carve out time for Him everyday?

Hahahahahaha that made me laugh, as I sit here sipping my cuppa’joe, wishing it was an americano or skim-pumpkin spice-half sweet-extra shot-no whip-latté… I can even hear the delightful ladies at Starbucks saying that very thing in my mind.

Kyla has an espresso machine that was on hiatus for awhile but to my thrill the other day I got an e-mail from her (which is worth it’s own blog entry, as she e-mailed me from upstairs…hey, we’re women of luxury and laziness) saying that she got the machine working; later, she brought me an almond roca latté, which was delicious and almond roca is my absolute favourite flavouring from the days when Joce and I “slaved” away at Delicious Treats (the now hip Kokopelli Café?).

Or we would simply take a shot of espresso and chocolate topped with whipped cream if we were really in need of the brown intravenous.

Remember for Lent last year how I gave it up? That was ridiculous.

I love coffee, not too sweet or too fancy, but I think it’s so fantastic. However, I love it more when I share it — anyone want to go for a date?