This Is Good...

This week was "THE" week for "This is Good." A plethora of things happened and I don't think I'll mention them all in this post but I'll try. It all started last Friday, my before mentioned bff came home for her reading break and we started if off with a bang! Our mutual friend R was having his 20th birthday so we went out for dinner with our other friend A and had some good giggles and some good time reminiscing and just catching up. Saturday Cass and I went to a worship night at City Gate church. Although I love my home church one of my favourite things is to worship with people I love. When I am standing with my friends singing praises to my God in harmony with them I can feel the Holy Spirit so much more than when I praise alone. The bible says in Matthew 18:20 "When two or three people gather in my name I am there with them" And I feel God most when I gather with my christian besties to just love Him. Sunday night we went to the concert d

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During one of my conversations with my new pal J we got to talking about what we want to do in our lives, he wants to tour across Canada and me, well, I want to make a difference. One of my biggest fears in life is to die and to not have left an impact, now I know what you are thinking and yes I understand that my friends and future family will miss me and I will influence their lives but I want more than that. I want to impact the world. I can remember sitting in Mr. Bennett's English Lit class, listening to him ramble on about "the part for the whole" and perusing over all the poets and prose writers that we were to learn about that semester and I can recall thinking this thought: "I wonder what they would say if they knew that their words were still being studied today " Isn't that so cool though!? Some guy who wrote a love poem for a girl he liked over three hundred years ago is still relevent. I WANT THAT! Not necessarily in the written word but in anyt

My body is so filled with excitement right now it's disgusting. My friend and I are about to embark on our own "Most excellent adventure" . Her birthday is coming next week along with her reading break and I booked the whole week off of work so we can initiate what we will refer to as "Super epic birthday week." We intend to re-hash all of our radtastic adventures such as going to Saltspring, Victoria, and a myriad of crazy experiences in between. I am so stoked! You know the type of friend I mean, the one who knows you inside and out, knows just what to say when you need to hear it, and most of all, loves you not for who you are but in despite of who you are. I have many good friends but very few compare to this girl. The thing is, this little lady friend of mine, is really the only one who just "gets" me. We've been buds since the seventh grade but it really wasn't until we graduated that this huge bond grew between us. We have so many memori

Well folks, today is the day. February 14th, Valentine's Day. While working away on my express till I was overwhelmed by men of all ages filling their arms with flowers and chocolate, hurriedly throwing their money down and running out the door. One elderly man mentioned that he didn't need to waste money on said items because he wasn't guilty and didn't have to make up for anything . I chuckled at this and wished him a good day, but, the longer the day toiled on and the more attractive youngins that kept coming by I started to feel rather low. I pondered the question "Why don't I have someone doing that for me?" But now, sitting at home, I wonder how I got so wound up. The idea of having someone care about you is obviously appealing, but I can buy myself chocolate, I think flowers are rather superfluous (although I'll take any you feel like buying me :D ) and I am not a fan of stuffed animals. So the fact that I was rather jealous of these girls is r

"They say I'm all about the wordplay" If you know me, and most of you do, you know that I like to talk... a lot. I have a gift for words and they tend to flow out of me at warp speed and meld themselves into one incoherent syllable. Along with the everyday quick speed conversation, I can think of a lie and make it believable in no time. To be truthful, I'm a pathological liar. I came across this photo while surfing blogs and it filled me with guilt. The image struck me hard and I feel the need to confess. I, Amy Pickard, am a liar. You may think in your head that we are the bestest of friends and you know what? We probably are, but I've lied to you too, and for that I am sorry. I am not going to start confessing every story that I have fabricated for that would hurt most and take much too long. It started out small in high school, I would elaborate on what I did that weekend or who I was with but then it got to this point where I could no longer recollect

This is what I live for, this is who I am I live for moments like this, when you and your best mates come together to make something beautiful, dueling guitars and sweet sweet harmonies melding into one. That makes me say... This is good. Join me on this musical adventure and hopefully we make something worth sharing.

So it seems God is teaching me a little topic lesson via my nearly new nose piercing. Me, being the Amy that I am, I tend to do the same stupid thing over and over, this is showing up in new form as I continually catch myself ripping out my nose ring. In the past few days I have removed it in my sleep twice, snatched it from my nose at the gym and pulled it out whilst washing my face. But the funny thing is each time I do this the little earring always seems to appear right before my eyes. I'll wake up and look down in my sheets and it will be gleaming in the light awaiting my notice. When I was in the gym, I looked down at the tile floor and it was sitting patiently, and then this morning. 12:17 a.m to be exact, I scratched my nose only to awaken to the thought "OH SHOOT" knowing that I just flung this little cubic zirconia out of my nose I frantically ran to my door slammed it shut and flipped the light on, grabbing my back up stud I shoved it in and began to search my

Well friends the sun is currently shining through my curtains, Jon Foreman is blasting on the stereo and I feel great! Today is going to be a good day, the stormy weather that was following me around for the past while has cleared and I'm ready to embrace what is to come. PRAISE THE LORD! ... rather rough, but I felt the need. Sums things up for now, til we meet again :)

Do you ever get that? Like no matter how rad things are around you, you just can't shake that little something in the back of your mind. That minuscule piece of darkness, the little cloud that follows you around. Well if so, I feel it too. I can be living in the moment and enjoying life to the fullest extent but when I stop feeling and just start to exist I start to sink into this pit of despair. If you have spent any time with me you have probably noticed this happening. I'll go from super crazy joyful Amy to this mellowed-out being with a blank look on her face. So what's my deal? To be truthful I really don't have an explanation, maybe it's depression, maybe I'm bi-polar, or maybe I'm just noticing that things aren't all right in this world around us. (especially for me) So maybe you could pray for that, pray that I can enjoy things to the fullest extent and not let them be bogged down by this sadness that seems to overwhelm me. Considering that this

"She says if you're not here at least make sure you miss me." Apparently I make these faces whilst talking, who knew? Ya gotta love me.

Here's the deal people, as we all now I am a rather outlandish crazy person at times and am always to known to be the one to "bring the party," but on the other side, I'm a bit of a homebody. For example, last night (a Friday) I came home from work to a sick mom who I had to look after thus squishing any thoughts of an eventful night. And frankly, I was okay with that. Having an older sibling who didn't want anything to do with me as a child I spent a vast majority of time in my room alone. (No wonder I have such a large and ever-going imagination) So I am perfectly capable of being alone with myself from time to time. I turned the radio dial to The Zone and plugged in the laptop and set up shop for the night. As I was perusing around Facebook a friend showed up at my door to drop off a few items of mine and while I went to put these away she took the liberty of friend requesting some randoms (apparently I need some new friends.) She then departed and that was the

Yesterday was my Dad's birthday, and frankly my first thought was: big whoop. Our relationship with one another is slightly strained as my parents are divorced and I live with my Mom but I thought he deserved a little hang sesh with yours truly. So, this morning we went for breakfast and while we were chit chatting I realized my Dad is fifty years old! FIFTY! Apparently he isn't too happy about this and when I asked how his birthday was he said, "rather depressing." For a young person getting older is the best part of our life. We live for the milestones, 10 years, 13, 16, 19, and so on and so forth, but when do we get to the point in our lives when we no longer want to grow older? When does our mind shift from trying to act mature to acting like a kid half our age? My Dad is going through what would be classified as "a mid-life crisis." (although most of his life has been rather ridiculous) He invites his bosom buddy from next door over and they drink like

"If you feel like, come with me. I will tell you a story, I'll show you something" It was Saturday night and Mother and I were about to embark on a little youth event. We arrived at the church and joined the others in the foyer for games and snacks. Whilst waiting for the rest of the expected guests to arrive Pastor Lech looked me in the eye and said, "Tell me about this group you hang out with?" I did a little shoulder check and pointed at myself and said, "Me?" He nodded and I began to weakly explain the bible study I attend Tuesday nights. "What has it done for you?" Ah yes, the inevitable question, and all I could respond with was "I feel like it's blessed me" before my eyes started to well up with tears (another inevitable thing) He left it at that and we continued on with our evening. But let me tell you something, I AM BLESSED . Over these past few months I have been absorbed into a group of girls that as of now I cannot