Today is the second day that I have been praying for a revival to break out in Canada. Far-fetched, you think? It's not as unrealistic of a prayer as you realize. In 1904, a revival took place in Wales. A man named Evan Roberts had prayed for ten years that the people of Wales would … Continue reading Catching the Fire of Revival – Part III
Pregnancy is weird. I've said it before and I will say it again. But even though there is an Olympic-level soccer athlete inside my tummy trying to kick its way out, it seems to only be a slice of what I'm focused on right now. And I don't mean that in a bad way. I mean … Continue reading Wild Wilderness People
In June I started writing a magical Christmas novel and for some bizarre reason I’ve stayed fully dunked into the Christmas zone for months. Yes, I was in some other sparkling snowy world all summer. Doesn’t seem very Canadian of me, acting like those precious hot months of summer weren’t really there. I’m probably insane. … Continue reading The Big Comeback
It only makes sense. As children of a Holy King we are fully equipped to be dragon slayers. One of the hard things I’ve had to learn in my twinkling twenties is that dragging around baggage into areas where the love of Jesus is supposed to shine is inappropriate, un-classy, and just plain bothersome. In … Continue reading Hunt Your Dragons before You Come
My kid eats paper. It's weird. Recently he ate part of the back cover of one of my friend's books. He thinks this is hilarious and I really can't figure out why. A little while ago he got his hands on a pizza menu and had consumed a hefty corner of it before we realized. … Continue reading Try Not to Eat the Menu
Sure. Why the heck not? I've had something brewing the last little while like a hot cup of slightly overcooked, grind infested java. Okay, minus the grind infested because apart from being mildly over analyzed, this idea doesn't have major grinds. Yes. Call me a weirdo. Everyone else probably does. But I've been dilly dallying … Continue reading Christmas in July?
It really is like a ship, spearing through the darkest oceans, going to war on behalf of its Captain. I'm talking about worship. Which cleverly, sounds a lot like "War Ship". How perfect. Worship was never meant to be just singing songs for the sake of singing songs. Goodness, how bored I would be. I've only seen people fall … Continue reading The War Ship