This Is Good...

The week I am bout to embark on is going to be monumental my dear mates. When I arrive to work today I am going to be greeted by a friend from high school who I have not seen in person in 2 years. Wow, we used to be rather inseparable and it is going to be so grand to see her gorgeous face. "Jesse- rose has a nose, it turns me on...." Ha! After I work my shift I will be going to an epic dinner with some pals before we embark on a concert at the one and only Duncan Garage Showroom. We will be entertained by some local buds "Smalltown Villains" in which my friend Sam will be making an appearance, then some Christopher Arruda, finally to finish the night with some old high school companions "Redwood Green." Nevertheless today is going to be abfab. After a sleepless night of anticipation and waiting ALL DAY to depart I will be at Imadene at 7 pm to live a week that I will never forget, and hopefully for my cabin full of girls, it will be equally great. Th

As we stood outside Just Jakes last night, gathered around our dear friend, praying openly in the downtown core, I couldn't help but think This is good. Our dearest friend Cassia will be leaving soon to go back to school and for the majority of us it was the last time seeing her. Lucky enough for me I have a whole week of her to grow closer in our relationship (if that's possible) and to grow closer to God with one another. I was reading over the details for the week and we are required to bring a "Hollywood wear" outfit for a special event night, this entails us dressing up as our favourite classic Hollywood character. Things that come to mind are Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn, James Bond and the like but let me tell you dear blog readers what we shall be dressing up as.... Wayne Campbell and Garth Algar. That's right my friends, Wayne's world.

Oh my goodness gracious dear friends, camp will commence in 9 DAYS!! I cannot contain the excitement, I squeal, I giggle, I even bust out a little dance because not only will I be at camp with a bunch of radtastic people, a little someone is possibly joining me there! I'll let you ponder that for a moment.... ok it's Cassia! The number one mentioned person on the blog other than myself a.k.a my bestest bosum buddy, my bro-cha-cha, my sister in Christ, my love. I kept mentioning to her that camp still needed a few cabin leaders (and still does, 1 guy, 1 girl, lemme know if you wanna do it!) in the hopes that maybe the idea would creep inside her and irk at her until she couldn't resist. Looks like my manipulation skills are rather great. Insert girly squeal here. I seriously cannot wait to start packing, but I am putting it off because last year I packed two weeks early and had nothing to wear! Who am I kidding, I had tons to wear, but anywho I'm legit stoked. Also rathe

Wow, I cannot be more surprised by the total change of heart that I have had in these past 72 hours. The glory of the Lord has been revealed to me and the power of prayer has once again proven so much stronger than anything. "I come empty handed ready to see, your life in me changing who I've been, to who I need to be"

I've been in a weird mood lately, I feel as if I am happy and truly as I feel this way there is an underlying film of bitterness and jealousy that coats everything and leaves it's residue behind on every moment and every thought. My mind is being twisted from the happy thought that is initially brought forth to something darker, misconstrued, and not of my own being. I fully think that I am under attack right now. "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places." Ephesians 6:12 I recently finished reading "the screwtape letters" and I feel like that is what this is, he is grasping at every possible "in" and using whatever he can to bring me down and to seperate me from God. Well I'm on to it. Here's to fighting back!

Some people Charles Bukowski some people never go crazy. me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch for 3 or 4 days. they'll find me there. it's Cherub, they'll say, and they pour wine down my throat rub my chest sprinkle me with oils. then, I'll rise with a roar, rant, rage - curse them and the universe as I send them scattering over the lawn. I'll feel much better, sit down to toast and eggs, hum a little tune, suddenly become as lovable as a pink overfed whale. some people never go crazy. what truly horrible lives they must lead.

Last night at bible study we were given the task of spending half an hour in solitude to attempt to hear from God. If you know me at all (if you read this blog you probably do) you understand that this is not my fortè. As a person with verbal A.D.D. (and prob some of the actual disease running around inside of me) I cannot sit still and shut my brain off very easily. Songs start running through my head, images of people (boys), and the random fake conversation just take over and to silence them is not easy. But last night was a small success as I was guided to a passage and felt like it related to what I am going through. I opened my bible to Mark 4 and was met by The Parable of the Sower. If you attend church you have probably heard this Parable many times, it's about a farmer who scatters seeds and some lands on the path and the birds come and eat it, some falls on the shallow soil and although it springs up quickly it then gets scorched by the sun. Others fall among the thorns a

Precious Jesus, I am ready, to surrender every care... Yesterday was a beautiful day in so many ways, the sun was shining, the birds were singing, and I witnessed eleven people get baptized. My heart was so overwhelmed with joy that I could not stop weeping. I just kept thinking of how close I am to experiencing that same defining moment in my own life. My bestest bud Cassia who has been mentioned on This is Good many a time decided to "take the plunge" so to speak and I was an utter wreck. The two of us are known for being the "criers" of the group and we did not let anybody down. Thank goodness for my sunnies or everyone really would have stared. As we embraced I couldn't help thinking this is so much better than anything, so much bigger than "This is Good." The pastor then asked if anyone else, being able to answer the three questions with their whole heart, was ready to be baptized. Another one of our girls ran forward already wearing her bathing

Hey all so I know I haven't blogged in what seems like forever thus I don't even know where to begin. Things have just been so good lately, happier, fluffier almost that I feel like I don't have anything of substance to share with you. Last friday I got a tattoo, I was so stoked and it was rather spur of the moment although I had been wanting it forever. I don't have a camera so I can't take a picture :( tsk tsk I know but I will get to it I swear! It says "Shake the Dust" from the spoken word poem by Anis Mojgani. The words that he speaks just hit right at home with me and everytime I hear it I get chills, it also has a double meaning with forgiveness by shaking the dust and moving on. Funniest thing right now "Shake it up" by The Cars is playing on the radio haha. Other than that I had the priveledge of attending a fantastic birthday party with marvelous friends on Saturday that was so great. We went on a scavenger hunt all around town and got