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.


flights are about 400$, I will keep checking for sales…

…to go back to Camrose. For real.

Honestly, I think God created Camrose and my sister and brother in law’s life there to be “my” place. I am kidding, as that is extremely selfish, but the last 7 days in Camrose, like every other trip there, has been so huge for me a in challenging way. See everything I am extremely stressed, hurting or broken, I find myself heading there…then leaving there with an entirely different perspective: On God. That’s it. I mean, I am quickly learning that my relationship with Christ can be deepened and fostered without going to Camrose, but this time, that’s what I needed from it. I will spare the “gory” details but my heart is soaring at what reading break brought for me.

I spent the week working at CLBI with Jes (and Mark) for the 75th Anniversary of the school’s existence. While it was tiring, and hard work, it also was the first opportunity for me to feel right at home… I love being at CLBI with Jes because it gives me insight into her world, particularly into her and Mark’s ministry there. While I marveled at the Norwegians and the Scandinavian food, I found a quiet comfort in the busyness of it all: they seem to like me here. 🙂 Coupled with some other special visits and connecting with Jes’ connections there…specifically her in-laws and old landlord, I really felt like I had come home. While, at this point in my life, home is anywhere someone will cook me a meal and offer some advice (I am kidding), I really felt like it was the first time I was able to talk in 3 months… about anything and everything. Which was unreal.

I also got to go horseback riding with Amy, Mark’s sister, which rocked. Many of you may have heard me say in the last couple months that I cannot compare Victoria and Alberta because they are completely different in every possible way. It’s true… because when I was riding the horse in the cold, wintry prairie winds, I realized how truly different the places are. And how much I miss being in Alberta. (I know what you guys are thinking…will she ever be content? But that’s not what this is about)

Simply put, I am blessed beyond words because a girl could only dream to find comfort in so many places, such as Penticton with Mom and the kids, Smithers with history, the island with family and friends, and Camrose Alberta with my sister’s world and God willing, maybe my future? But I am more blessed for these gentle reminders that show this girl the ultimate comfort is in God.

I don’t think how much I can emphasize how much of a wonderfully awesome time I had this past week. Or how much I already absolutely, completely miss it.

PS This was the verse at CLBI’s anniversary bash… while the skin-sagging part made Jes and I chuckle, I think it is extremely powerful:

“I’m still in Your presence, but You’ve taken my hand. You wisely and tenderly lead me, and then You bless me. You’re all I want in heaven! You’re all I want on earth! When my skin sags and my bones get brittle, God is rock-firm and faithful. . . . (Psalm 73:23-26 The Message).


i need a life

Hey avid readers…. all those I know, don’t know, and used to know (actually that’s a good question I have no idea who even reads this thing). ANYWAYS, I am calling on your for prayer-support for me. I have 6 papers due in the next 4 weeks and I am having a stress-flash. I am leaving for Camrose on Thursday (which I am super excited about) but just pray for me that I get some work done while I am there — it is crucial to my world. I am so scared about not finishing on time and I am even more scared about producing bad work. I hate failing at things and I hate when November hits and all of a sudden I am royally overwhelmed and questioning my life, future, and reason for being. Yes, it is that hardcore… I am on the verge of mental breakdown.. which I never thought was possible for a 22 year old. But then, I think that every year.

Love you all: friends, family, enemies, and people I have no idea of — that’s tripping me out still.

Cheers!PS I took this pic on my new cell phone from my car when it was raining, hence the spots and only half of the parliament buildings. But I think it’s not bad, especially for a phone (which rocks by the way – It’s a Motorola Krzr K1 and it is part of Bono’s Product(RED) campaign – which I totally support and you should totally check out).

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time flies

Jes and Mark were just here for a week, and today I just remembered that I am NOT going back to Alberta so who knows when I will get to see them again! It is enough to make me question my decision a little bit, but not enough t orethink it entirely… plus Thanksgiving in Saskatchewan could be a wonderful event!

Aside from my minor melancholy, them leaving for Camrose again marks another moment: it’s the end of summer. In 8 days I will be leaving the regional district after another brilliant summer and in 9 days we will leave for the island and in 10 days I should be moving into my new home. That’s a lot of stuff going on if you ask me. This part of the year hits me in two ways, as I assume it does for everyone: sad to leave home but fired up about things to come. Aside from leaving my crush (which will be decidedly easy) and home, I feel like it’s shaping up to being a good move and a fantastic year. Who knows though, I can be overly optimistic. Just kidding.

So Jes and Mark, I promise it will be like it was when I was in Calgary… show up every available weekend and outstay way past my welcome. But it’s time to go! Yay!



Hey guys, just a head’s up: I am going to Camrose for the weekend to see Jes and Mark!! I would appreciate your prayers as the last time I was there I spent $200+ on car repairs and I can’t afford that (nor do I want to) again. So pray that I get through the 3 hour drive there and the 3 hours back (Sunday night) in tip top shape.

PS Ok, Michael Scofield (Wentworth Miller) is not my boyfriend, but I appreciate the trickery I pulled on people like Auntie Sylvia. Gives me the confidence that one day, he WILL be mine. Or someone just as fabulous. 🙂


shapes and sizes

You know how they guardian angels come in all sorts of shapes and sizes? I never really believed that. I truly thought that my guardian angels would be covered in a white sheath with wings and Heaven’s light encompassing them all around. Boy was I wrong. I am sure someone’s angels are this way, but the one’s I’ve encountered lately sure aren’t… but they are definitely guardian angels.

Friday night I was driving to Edmonton to have dinner with a special friend of mine in Sherwood Park, AB. About 15 mins from the city, I blew out my back tire to a point where there was only an inch of rubber around the rim. Thankfully this was right by a service station (gas, car wash, convenience store, etc) and I asked the gas attendent if he could put my donut tire on. He was the partial angel. The other was a trucker, who was born in Camrose, who came to save the day. Not only did he aid in the changing of the tire… but he calmed me down, checked my oil, put air in the remaining tires, and followed me a ways until the Sherwood Park turnoff. Normally, someone would be creeped out by this but truthfully, he was harmless (I believe) and I was so terrified that once he calmed me down, I didn’t even call my parents right away. Which is a feat because my first call in crisis is always Dad. I guess when I think I am being all independent, God sends me little helpers along the way to keep me humble.

Another form of a guardian angel would be a pair of them… Jes and Mark. When I was getting ready to leave Camrose Sunday night, they noticed my lights doing weird things and it turned out my alternator was going. So rather than heading home, I ended up staying another night. Monday found me hanging out at CLBI doing homework in the kitchen while Jes worked and Mark changed the necessary parts in my car. Mark, the angel for doing that for me and Jes for letting me invade her workspace, and both ofthem combined for all the work they do at CLBI… again, I am overwhelmed for you guys at the goings on of your days. But oh-so-thankful for the kids who need you. Because I love who you are to me… and that when I need you, you are there for me too.

My radio breaking down is probably the last of the angelic experiences I had this weekend. All in all, it was a wonderful time spent with family… I keep thinking I need to take advantage of them in Camrose a lot more. Dan also came down from Edmonton for a Saturday afternoon of fun which made it extra special. On some level, I feel like I am “going home” every time I head to Jes and Mark’s. Maybe it’s because of the people that they share their lives with.. that I happen to really like… or that consistency of it. I don’t know. But with all the familial happenings, I Loved my drive home the most. It was me and the stars, where the radio wasn’t working and I just thought… and thought… and thought… and I realized something fairly extravagant.

Through all the turmoils, hurts and tears. Through all the laughter, bliss and fun. With friends coming… and mostly leaving… and for the amount I’ve grown in the last few years and continue to learn, the most important thing I know is that I am the luckiest girl alive. And with the topic of guardian angels, I know through God that luck has nothing to do with it.