Tuesday, October 16, 2012

What kind of fruit are my actions showing?

Hello dear friends, what a weekend I have had!

First off it was amazing to spend 4 whole days in Victoria. I seriously love that city so much and feel like I need to be there, so living in an apartment with a good friend was a good taste of what is hopefully to come.

I was in Victoria to attend the Adore Conference. Life changing  Seriously. The speakers, the worship, the people. God is so present within that church and you can't help but feel overwhelmed by it all. Needless to say I cried, I know, shocker.

Saturday night was when I first lost it. After a ridiculously amazing sermon from Joyce Rees (new woman crush!) I apparently was so blown away I didn't even write notes, I just remember that I was crying continually for a long time. The closing of her sermon was about the marginalized, focusing on Aboriginals. This hit home because I see this on a daily basis. Growing up in Duncan I was immersed in Native culture from Kindergarten onward  My first crush was on a native boy, I learned hul'qumi'num in elementary school once a week. So it breaks my heart when I see all the racism that goes on in my workplace. The majority of my favorite customers are of aboriginal descent and I love them dearly. It makes my day to see them at my checkout and to joke with them, they're amazing lights in my life. Thus, overflowing tears. Along with that, the worship team sang words that were the cry of my heart. I love it when a certain song starts playing and you read the lyrics on the overhead and it's exactly what you want to say to God. So we started singing the song that goes "you are the bread of life, you're all I need." It echoes that refrain a few times and then goes in to this epic bridge that goes "you are my hope in every need, you are my strength when I am week, you are the only one I seek." Now a number of months ago this bridge popped in my head and I started singing it aloud. I was at home alone, so I was getting pretty into it. I was sitting on my bathroom floor, belting out this song with so much joy in my heart. It literally went on for at least half an hour. I could not stop. It was amazing. So when I heard those familiar chords I just started laughing because it was so ridiculous and such a God thing. Nevertheless, it was a This is Good moment.

Other than that night some of the things that God was really speaking to me about were repentance and his future plan for me.

Elijah Waters (swoon) spoke on Sunday morning and this quote from his sermon really struck a chord "Repentance isn't what you're turning from, but what you're turning to." I think this is so relevant to so many of us. Repentance literally means to do a complete 180, to do the complete opposite. So many of us get caught up in the past action, we linger on it until it weighs us down and leaves us drowning, but this is not what God requires of us. He wants us to look to Him, to return to Him instead of our past transgressions, "as long as you're looking you'll be learning."

Being a part of the "me" generation, I prefer things to happen instantaneously, it's what I'm used to, it's how I like my life to be, patience is a sought after virtue. Elijah brought up a good point about how farmers don't expect the seeds that they plant to turn in to trees over night. They water it and wait for it to sprout, they give it time to grow, and then, after a long season of maturing, it finally bears fruit. We on the other hand want instant results. We implement something new and expect to see changes automatically appear.

As I sat and reflected on that I realized I tend to get so downcast when I don't "see" the changes happening, but as I looked back on this past year, from where I was last October until now, I was overcome with joy seeing all that has happened and how far I have come.  This was reiterated when I met up with a former camper of mine from the year before. She mentioned how much of an impact I had had on her and that you "never forget a cabin leader." It was so reaffirming to know that my efforts are leaving a lasting impression and that those morals and lessons you try to instill within the week are growing and bearing fruit.

Sunday night was Leeland and boy was I stoked.  A few summers ago they played at Alive Inside and "I wonder" changed my life forever. Needless to say I was so filled with joy to hear that song. We danced around and had a great time just praising Jesus. It was amazing to see so many hearts healed and so many lives dedicated to Jesus. Warms my heart. Elijah was asking many questions and was really in tune with the past hurts of the congregation, it was so sick to see all the people laying down their transgressions and surrendering to God. "He is healing right now" rang true throughout the sanctuary.

Needless to say, I am feeling good. There are a lot of cynics out there that say conferences have the same end result as going to camp does. You feel good for about 3 weeks and you fall back in to that slump that you were in before hand, but you know what, God doesn't promise us happiness, he tells us that the road will be hard and there has to be those hard times to make the good ones all that much better. But really it is solely our responsibility to cling close to God and to not let that same course of events happen over and over again.

Oh! And shout out to meeting my blogging friend Jordan!

Much love and conference goodness-- Amy

Saturday, September 22, 2012

The Potter's Hand....

Hello blogosphere, so I realize it has been EONS since I posted anything, but that is because the good Lord has been working away at me. Or should I say chipping away.....

Over the past few months I worked diligently as a servant in the kitchen at camp, enjoyed some amazing experiences with my best friend who returned home from an amazing trip, lost my other best friend to the same dang country (stupid Australia! :P ) and returned back to camp to cabin lead 24 amazing girls, along with a few other campers I took under my wing.

The first week of camp I was feeling really apathetic to everything.  I am usually the most emotional person ever, I cry every chapel, I cry at every testimony, but this week, nothing.  My heart was hard and it took a superbly overwhelming group of 13 fourteen year old girls to break it. Lives were changed in that cabin and I know that God was using me to do his work, but I still felt a little disappointed in myself.

It took until Wednesday for things to change.  It was DTG (ditch the girls, ditch the guys) and we separated in to our separate genders.  We were going to hear the speaker's wife's testimony, and boy did I hear it.  This woman's story was spot on with mine.  I lost it.  In the middle of the chapel surrounded by campers that weren't mine, I was bawling.  I thought, oh this is where her story will deter from mine, but she would start on about the next section of her life and again there it was, a story far too familiar.

I was blown away.

The amazing thing was the reoccurring subject of hope. By the end of her testimony I just kept thinking, I want that.  I want my life to end up like that.  And it can, and if the Lord wills it, it will.

That moment my heart changed. I came to the realization that although the Lord would continue to work through me that week, my purpose was to be there for these girls.  That was what he had called me to do that week and I did that, fully.  I knew this when my favorite girl (yes I picked favorites) the one who tested me the most, accepted Christ into her heart.  It blows me away that I had a hand in that.  That I actually accomplished what the Lord was calling me to do. This is good.

The last night of camp me and my co-cabin leader went up to the speaker after chapel to just chat with him.  I was holding back tears and he just looked at me and said, Can I pray for you? I feel like there is something going on here that needs to be prayed about. So we prayed.  Without saying anything he knew the cries of my heart. And the most amazing thing happened, his wife had mentioned that people used to bother her about how much she cried and so she thought being emotional was a horrible thing, but when she met John, our speaker, he told her that the reason she cried all the time was because her heart simply felt too much and that was just a way of relieving the pressure.  While we were praying he said those exact words, verbatim, to me.  I couldn't help but laugh, I felt like I was being molded back into the person God truly wants me to be.

It was a long week and it had been really hard, I had been challenged with a really trying cabin and was working on finding myself in God's image. Needless to say going in to the second week I was exhausted.  I had no voice, my body hurt, I was frustrated, and most of all, I knew this week was going to be hard because certain people were coming to camp that I didn't really want to see.

Camp starts Sunday and Monday night chapel I lost it.  God reminded me of all that he had planned for me and that he wasn't finished with me yet.  We were supposed to go the glow party afterwards but because of the heaviness of the sermon they were allowing us to stay back and pray and chat with our campers if need be.  None of my campers stayed back but a good friend from home asked me if I wanted to come talk with him.  We were both total wrecks, tear streaked cheeks, wailing away as we walked out to the field.  We stood there embracing one another and prayed for one another, thanking God that we had found each other and for all that he has done in our lives and the changes we have experienced throughout the 4 years we have  been friends.

I cleaned myself up, went in to the glow party and danced my face off knowing that "Jesus Christ is in the house, today!"

The main thing I wanted to tell you guys was that even though we may fall, and even if we don't follow the path that God originally sets before us, he won't stop until we get to that final destination.  We will be brought back around to those same set of decisions until we make the right one.

A verse that appeared to me a few days back is this one from Jeremiah 18.  The Lord has asked Jeremiah to go down to the potter's shop where he will receive word from the Lord.  This is what the bible says in verse 3 and 4:

"So I did as he told me and found the potter working at his wheel.
But the jar he was making did not turn out as he had hoped, so
he crushed it into a lump of clay again and started over."

Note in verse 4 how it says "it had not turned out as he had hoped, so he crushed it.... and started over."  In verse 6 it says that "as the clay is in the potter's hand, so are you in my hand." The Lord is the potter and we are the clay, and if we don't turn out the way God wants, we need to be crushed, so he can start anew within us.  We get put through trials, and get brought down to our lowest points so that we realize how much we need God in our lives.  He created us and he yearns for us to fit in to that mold that he wants for us.  His plan is perfect and will fulfill all our deepest desires, if we tune our ear to him, we will eventually find it.

That's just what the Lord has been laying on my heart as of late, I'm hoping as I attend the Adore Conference these things will become more clear to me as I still am unsure of what I am here for, but as a great speaker once said, keep on moving, you'll eventually get there.

Much love and softened clay-- Amy

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

Greater far...

I was listening to my ipod as I walked home from work today and as Leeland's song "I can see your love" played in my ears I realized that the band incorporated lyrics from one of my favourite hymns.  'The Love of God" is an old time favorite and gets me going every time.  I especially love the third verse:

Could we with ink the ocean fill,
And were the skies of parchment made,
Were every stalk on earth a quill,
And every man a scribe by trade;
To write the love of God above
Would drain the ocean dry;
Nor could the scroll contain the whole,
Though stretched from sky to sky.

I just googled these lyrics and found out something cool,  although this hymn is written by Frederick M. Lehman, this well known verse was found penciled on the wall of a narrow room in an insane asylum by a man said to have been demented. The profound lines were discovered when they laid him in his coffin.

I just think that is so cool.

Nonetheless you never know what might end up making someone think, this is good.

Much love and inspired minds -- Amy

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Suddenly I have this Feeling...

Yesterday was such a roller coaster my friends!

I started out at my good mate's house jamming out on our bud's new electric guitar (such a beaut!) for it was his 19th birthday.  But at the same moment we were saying goodbye to our other pal Sam for 4 months as he is leaving on a fishing boat.  All the boys got together and I was the odd woman out for  a while (as per usual) but we had good times, ate some burgs in the sunshine, and all around tried to forget that we were being abandoned by our favourite hippie yet again.

The hours passed and all us kiddies bid him a fond farewell, hugs and high fives all around we knew that we about to embark on a most excellent adventure and who are we to stop him?

I then made my way to Ultimate Monday!  It was such a money day yesterday, no wind, super nice out, bit of overcast so you don't burn to a crisp, needless to say I was stoked as!  The teams were so even we played til 10-8 in the first game.  Our fearless leader was blown away by my sudden onset of epic defensive skills (as was I) and we beat them, hard, for the second set.

It started to sprinkle and we were hoping it would downpour to make a monumental game for us but the sky didn't let loose until we had said our final after-game amen.

Needless to say, I'm starting to have a new outlook on this whole "Monday Sucks" situation.

Much love and telling me why I don't like Mondays? (I can't seem to find a downside) -- A

Friday, June 8, 2012

My Old Friend....

As I was sitting in the Mocha House yesterday, enjoying my tea and Kleinburg bar (FAVOURITE) I turned my head towards the doorway and was greeted with an amazing sight.  Standing there, looking all darling, was one of my campers whom I haven't seen since last summer.  I immediately got up and gave her the biggest hug ever.  It was such a God- blessed moment and I feel so good that I got to see her.  We caught up on life and were just in awe of this random run in, especially in such a random place.

Nevertheless, this is good.

Much love and all the little moments -- A

Thursday, June 7, 2012

Wanna Race?

So last night was going to be monumental. I was supposed to go see Del  Barber (previously mentioned before on here as my true love) at the DGS but alas I didn't end up going SADFACE!

But as I sat at home, watching the live stream, I got a text from some mates to come have a brew or two down at the local watering hole.  So I gussied myself up, put on my lucky heels, and made my way downtown.

After some laughs and some HILARIOUS sing-alongs with the bartender we decided to head our separate ways and go home.  As we exited the pub I hear "Out of all the gin joints, in all the world..."

I turn to see an EXTREMELY long lost mate of mine whom I haven't seen since 12th grade!  Long story short, his brother and I were really, really close and he ended up dying from complications from a brain hemorrhage the summer before grade 12 and I hadn't seen any of his family since the funereal.  Needless to say there were tears and laughs and giant hugs all around.

I originally met these two guys at B.C's for track and to live up to old times we decided to race.

Instead of taking off my shoes I made the stupid decision to run in them.  I ended up winning the race but instead of taking home a medal or ribbon, I went home with a broken bone in my foot.  Just a minor one, but needless to say, it hurts.

Much love and fast times -- A

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Girl with the Red Balloon...

"She’s the girl that has a few best friends & doesn’t need anyone, the girl that laughs the hardest at her own jokes.  The girl that expects way too much.  Doesn’t care what anyone thinks, and is nice to everyone.  She’s the girl that will hang up on you, but then call you right back & say sorry.  The kinda girl that will put all her trust in you until you give her a reason not to.  She’s the girl who will never leave your side when you need her, the girl who will go out of her way to cheer you up.  She’s the girl who never sleeps without her teddy bear by her side, she’s the girl who says she isn’t ticklish, but really is.  She’s the girl who will not give up on you if she really believes in you.  She believes in loving somebody forever."

Saturday, May 5, 2012

Part Deux, the Saga Continues...

Well Folks, I'm back.

I realized after writing that last post that I actually really enjoy writing for the sake of writing (shocker!) So I think I may just have to continue on with these so called ramblings but if you got anything from the last post, I think things are heading in a different direction.

Hang on for the ride to see where we end up.

Nevertheless, there is a a This is Good moment to report upon.

I was at work Yesterday, about to sign in, when I looked at the debit machine and noticed someone forgot to take their withdrawn funds.  I quickly swiped my finger, snagged the moula, and brought it to Customer Service.  My supervisor wrote my name on it in case the person wanted to give me a reward, "pfft ya right" I thought.

About an hour later my phone rings at my checkout and it is my supervisor saying that the lady came in to claim the money, yey good right? Then she said to turn around, the lady waved and mouthed Thank You as my supervisor informed me that she had bought me flowers and a thank-you card in exchange for my good deed.


It was nice too cause I recognized her as a frequent customer and I know I will be seeing her again shortly so I can thank her for the beautiful tulips (favourite!)

All in all this week has been so stinkin amazing and I just cannot believe how far my life has come in these past months.  Change is good. Friendship is good. Life is good. And last but not least, This is Good.

Much love and life unimaginable-- Amy

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

This is not farewell my friend...

... we're just getting closer to the homeland.

Hello my people!  I know it's been forever and my oh my has a LOT happened in these past months.  Here are some "this is good" moments that come to mind:

  • I chopped off all my hair. SO GOOD.
  • I went to this RIDICULOUSLY AMAZING music festival called PASSION where I got to witness Chris Tomlin, Kristian Stanfil, and David Crowder worship their hearts out along with 10,000 fellow Christians aged 18 - 25. My mind was blown, I just started crying at the second song as I was overwhelmed by the Lord's presence in that arena.  Such a good weekend.
  • I met the love of my life, he moved away, and is now visiting for the weekend AND will be attending camp with me. FANTASY MUCH! Ha but all is good, we are good mates and we will see what happens!
  • On another "love" note I was kind of seeing this guy and we were in the "dating but not dating" zone where we had to decide if we were going to take it to that level or not and I just don't think it's going to work. Sad as that is, a few friends of mine are rather devo'd about it as they really like him but I just don't see it for me. At least not right now.
  • I started playing Ultimate again, love it!
Other than that I've just been doing school, and living life. I finished the renovations at work which were so much fun and I miss my crew dearly but it was a good chapter to add to my  book of life.

Now to why I am writing this blog post. Friends, the time has come for "This is Good..." to come to an end.

"But Why? :( "
Well you see, I initially started this blog to reflect upon all the great experiences in my life, the moments that made me smile, gave me joy, or impacted me in a life-changing way.  But then I started to rely on this blog for my happiness, I had to stop and search for something "good" that was happening with my life and when I couldn't "find" anything, I sunk.  Then something monumentally grand would happen and I would reach that high mountaintop summit and would think I'd never have to come back down to the valley again. But of course, I would, and that sadness would creep in and surround all of those good moments and good feelings and choke them out.

But then things started to change. I found myself getting swept away by life, I was in a new relationship with life and it was our "honeymoon" phase.  I stopped having this need to find moments of goodness for my whole day would be wonderful.  Nothing could bring me down, sure I would have times of sadness and despair but they would quickly disappear as if they had never shown up in the first place.

As I knew my time at this blog was coming to an end I decided to do something all of us artsy Island folk do: I got a tattoo. I know what you're thinking, a TATTOO? FOR A BLOG? 

Yes I did.  It says "This is Good." But instead of an ellipsis at the end I got a period.  I wanted it to signify that I, that "this" whatever it may be, is good. Plain and simple. There's no more to it than that. I am good, I am worthy and that's that.

So the time has come to say goodbye. I'm going to leave the blog active for I think the writer in me still has more to say, and I want to be able to look back on those memorable posts that we got to experience together. Love you all. 

Don't ever forget that you are so much more that you could ever fathom and that this, this is good. Period.

Much love and never-ending stories -- Amy

Sunday, March 18, 2012

I will try, I will try, I will try...

"Excuse me, Miss?"

*Pulls out headphones*

"Can I just say you have a really pretty face."

"Oh, thank you."

"Are you a theater major?"

"No, why?"

"Cause you're singing show tunes, rather loudly I might add, while wearing an all black outfit, and bright lipstick. Plus you're eating a bag of raw veggies.
It was just an assumption."

I love my life.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

I wanna be near you and blink in your light...

As I sit here at the Duncan Garage, my stomach filled to the brim with good eats, I feel like it is time to fill you all in on the great weekend I just had.

Saturday I embarked to Victoria with my dear Momma for some lady bonding time and just to get out of the house. We had lots of fun and ended our great day with seeing the one and only "Lorax." I seriously loved this movie, I will admit the musical numbers were rather cheesy but it was nice and heart-warming for sure.

"Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not."

Sunday we acted like heathens and instead of going to church we slept in for the time change m

ade us a tad overtired.
Fast forward to Sunday evening where I got the awesome opportunity to stare at a beautiful ginger man for 3 hours. Not just any ginger man I may add, but the one and only Aaron Gillespie.

He, along with Parachute Band, were playing a concert FOR FREE at Glad Tidings church and I could not pass that up. My lovely lady friend Tor and I departed for good times, first stopping at Red Robin for dinner with a random bunch of friends.

The concert blew me away and I am so glad I got to share it with some of my best mates, dancing and singing and praising Jesus my homeboy.

The night was still young by the end of the concert so we thought we would go see "John Carter." Us girls wanted to add some more fun to the group so we invited my beardy friend (also ginger) to join us. It was good times (even though he was late!) and we laughed and snickered all throughout at the cheesy aliens and Taylor Kitsch's amazing eight pack!

We chatted outside whilst freezing our butts off and bid each other adieu, for our darling friend had an early morning ahead of him.

Tor and I stopped for Shamrock Shakes (SO GOOD) and headed home to our warm bed. We fell asleep to the sound of "Aristocats" in the background and couldn't help but think,

"This is Good!"

Much love and popcorn infested beards-- Amy

Saturday, March 3, 2012

I've grown stronger...

As we grow up we learn
that the one person that was never supposed to let us down
probably will.
You'll have your heart broken.
You'll break other's hearts.
You'll fight with your
best friend,
maybe even fall in love with them
you'll forget that time is flying by.
Life comes with no guarantees.
No timeouts.
No second chances.
You just have to live your life to the fullest.
Tell someone what they mean to you and tell someone off.
Speak out.
Be sincere and say with conviction.
And never forget where you came from.
when you do,
it's a long road home.

-- "1990" by LIFERUINER

Wednesday, February 29, 2012

That one thing...

Until the day breaks and the shadows flee, I will go...
All beautiful you are, my darling there is no flaw in you.
-- Song of Songs 4: 6a, 7

Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Far above all we know...

I really don't like people sometimes.

Yesterday I was feeling so blessed by all the love that surrounds me. Many friends were telling me how appreciated I am and how much they cherish and adore me. I also made plans for an exciting trip, I received a tentative concert invite for this weekend and I have a hair appointment. What more could I want?

I was filled with the simple joy of knowing that someone somewhere actually likes me.

Until about half an hour ago when I got bombarded by stupid people bothering me about something extremely frivolous and unnecessary.

Like seriously? I really do not see a point behind antagonizing someone until they finally break and flip out at you. Why would you intentionally cause someone to be mad at you?

Nevertheless I am still fuming.

It is always refreshing to see the people that come to your rescue time and time again. No matter what it is, or what seems to happen between you, you can always count on them to somehow pop up and help set everything right. I apologize if I ever doubted you.

As I take a few breaths here to collect myself I am reminded that the love from yesterday has not passed away, and even if one day it dwindles down to nothing, God's love is constant, never changing, and sufficient for me.

Much love and haters that hate -- Amy

Saturday, February 25, 2012

The winds of this world can push us around....

Well folks today was super swell.

As Mom and I cannot go a weekend without venturing somewhere we decided to go to Victoria... again. But instead of getting our shop on we decided to go down to Dallas road and gallivant along the gorgeous ocean side. Now I have previously mentioned this darling tourist attraction on This is Good but today was different.

When I was a youngin my mother used to drag my sister and I up and down that beach as we cried out in agony that we were so tired, hungry, and in need of a bathroom break. As we grew older the walks got slightly more enjoyable as we took in the scenery for all it was. So it was kind of sad that my sister wasn't there to accompany us today on our adventure but nevertheless we had the time of our lives. I was thoroughly excited when I looked to the ocean and saw 30+ windsurfers givin' er on the massive swells that were colliding with the shore.

The winds were crazy! Mom and I got tossed around like rag dolls as we ran from bench to bench doing our best parkour impressions and just frolicking in the tall grass. We got many a looks from all the dog-walking/ sidewalk yoga enthusiasts but we couldn't care less for we were having fun.

As we neared Ogden Point the winds were at a supreme high and as we stepped out on to the breakwater we were instantly scared for our lives.

In all my years I have never seen that thing empty. There is always at least one Lululemon clad runner out there, but today, no one. So we were a little nervy as we made our way through the fence and out into the wide open.

A giant wave came in and splashed up beside me as Mom got blown from left to right. Obviously this was not a safe excursion and we turned around and left feeling slightly defeated.

We made our way back to the car taking a detour through Beacon Hill Park. As we marched through the fields, the hills were alive as I bent over and picked a few daisies from the grass. Mom asked me if I was going to make a chain and I stated that I was not, I intended to put them in my
ears. She pictured me sticking them inside and gave me a puzzled stare as I shoved them in with my plugs.

"Stinkin hippie!"

A mother's love is one of a kind ;)

We trekked onward and were greeted by a multitude of ducks and geese and one charming peacock whom I named Winston, who, to my delight, followed me all throughout the park.

I bid him adieu and we left to enjoy the rest of the day.

As Mom and I walked arm in arm back to the car I couldn't help but smile and think "This Is Good."

Much love and simple pleasures-- Amy

I urge you to please notice when you are happy, and exclaim or murmur or think at some point "if this isn't nice, I don't know what is" -- Kurt Vonnegut

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

I give it all away...

God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it
-- 1st Corinthians 10:13

Lent starts today.

Now last year I gave up chocolate and I know that sounds kind of fluffy and superfluous but for me it was not an easy task. This year, the goal I have set before me, that race that is to be run is: I, Amy Pickard, will not buy any clothes for forty days.

I know what you are thinking, big woop, how hard could that be? But sit down and let Amy tell you all a story.

I go thrifting. A lot. In Duncan there are a lot of secondhand stores and you can get some quality product for super cheap. Therefore, I tend to accumulate many items in my closet.

Mom and I also like to adventure up and down the Island on the weekends, either to Victoria or Nanaimo. Prime shopping locations. The fact that I also have no major bills to pay tends to hinder me in the fact that I blow my money on whatever I please. Which tends to be pretty dresses and singlet tops.

So here we are folks. Day 1. I have this week pretty easy as I don't get paid until next Thursday but the cheque that is coming shall be mighty fine and Spring lines are starting to appear in the stores. This could be more of a challenge than I thought.

What are you "giving up" to God this year?

Much love and cures to fashion fevers-- Amy

Monday, February 20, 2012

My heart will sing no other name...

I love worship.

I love singing.

And yes, I fully understand that worship is not singularly singing praises to our Lord above but man oh man do I excel in that aspect.

We all have our preferences. Some people are really good at prayer and delight in spending time in it. Others worship God by their actions and how they love others. I must say that although all of these things are extremely important in your walk with God I tend to slack off slightly in certain areas.

But boy when it comes to singing I am all over it. Last night is a great example.

I entered the bible study room only to have my ears bombarded with fantastic music. Our extremely talented male populous had got together beforehand to jam a bit and I loved it. Seriously. Just hanging out with your pals and their guitars. Swoon. I immediately thought "This is good."

We always open with a few songs and I find it extremely awkward being one of the only girl voices in the crowd. But I just picture me and my pal Jesus on a road trip somewhere jamming to our favorite songs and the awkwardness dissipates.

As the night progressed my anticipations were met and the evening was lovely. After our study time I sat beside my good pal Dyl and he and I started to sing some songs. His brother joined in and eventually we were all going at it again. "Wagon wheel" was on the set list as it always is along with some local favourites and a few oldies that we all knew by heart.

Best. Ever.

Much love and sing-alongs-- Amy

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Never say "never say never" again...

You know those mornings when you wake up and things just feel great. Not that there is any major thing to be stoked upon, no crazy adventure awaiting you, just another day that somehow feels so much better than the past few.

I awoke to one of these this morning. I just finished a math midterm (got an 'A'!) and now I don't have any plans until tonight, where I will be having a major worship team jam sesh. Now I do enjoy a good sing-along, but really there's nothing monumental ahead of me

It's like things have finally clicked in my head and I have suddenly realized how blessed I am. The dust has been "shook" and there is a refreshing calm that surrounds. Life is good friends, and, this is good.

"This is the day the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." -- Psalm 118:24

Thursday, February 16, 2012

You should know me by now...

This guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, "Doc, uh, my brother's crazy; he thinks he's a chicken."
And the doctor says, "Well why don't you turn him in?"
The guy says, "I would but I need the eggs."

I guess that's pretty much how I feel about relationships.
They're totally irrational, crazy, and absurd and....
I guess we keep goin' through it because.
uh, most of us...
need the eggs.
-- Woody Allen.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Come awake...

But as for me,
I watch in hope for the Lord,
I wait for God my savior;
my God will hear me.
-- Micah 7:7

I am so excited dear friends!

I happen to be part of a new young adult bible study starting up in my town. We had our first gathering on Sunday evening and I can feel that this is going to be good.

First off it is led by a good pal of mine's father and frankly that is rather cool. I feel like I have a special "in" or something. But boy oh boy! We already have a scheduled event, we intend to attend Passion 2012 in Vancouver and I am so excited! The group of ladies and gents that came together is filled with some of my most cherished mates along with some people I cannot wait to get to know better. Let's just say, between you and me, there are a few lookers that have appeared out of the woodwork as of late and frankly, I don't hate it one bit ;)

I find it so inspiring to be in a room with people my own age and being able to see how amped up they are to impact our community touches my soul. This is the first group where I feel like we are all in it 100%. I feel like each and every one of us needs this group in one way or another. For some it is the last resort. For me, I think it is a new beginning, a fresh start, a future "This is Good" epicenter.

I wish you could be a part of it.

But for now I am super excited to see all that the good Lord is going to do in us and through us.

Much love and new happenings-- Amy

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

And it seems all hope is gone, yet I will praise you Lord.

All of my life
in every season
You are still God!
I have a reason to sing,
I have a reason to worship.

Monday, February 6, 2012

Keep me on my toes, keep me in the know...

Hey friends, I know it's been a while and I apologize for leaving you all alone for so long. But what a fine life we are living.

I started graveyard shifts at work last week and it has been extremely overwhelming trying to juggle the crazy sleep patterns, copious amounts of schoolwork, and a social life. Nevertheless I am enjoying the ride thus far.

At the end of January, Tor and I attended Adore. It was nice to worship with some people that I don't get to see often but the best part occurred whilst we waited for the gang to clean things up.

Now I will talk to pretty much anyone. The catch is they usually have in to initiate the conversation. I feel extremely awkward going up to people and being like "Hey, I'm Amy, let's be friends k?" My good pal Cassia is extremely good at this sort of thing and therefore I channeled her confidence and decided it was time I made a move.

A guy that I have randomly been talking to for the past few months happened to be at Adore that evening and I decided to introduce myself in person. People kept talking to him and I had to wait for the perfect moment to sneak in and chat him up, the time came and I walked my way over.

"Hi, it's Amy, Amy Pickard."
I awaited his response and was delighted when a big grin came across his face and he shouted "NO WAY! How are you!?"

Conversation flowed from there and we all ended up going for dinner afterwards.

Fast forward to this past Friday where Tor and I got to attend a super rad going away party for a guy I barely knew and someone she had yet to meet. Random I know, but our good pal invited us and I could not say no. We had a rad strobe light dance party, made some new friends and were legitimately sad when we realized that we wouldn't see our new pal for quite some time.

Australia is stealing everyone.

That pretty much sums up life for now. I could go on about some other things but now is not the time.

Much love and days filled to the brim-- Amy

Friday, January 20, 2012

Already I'm so lonesome....

....I could die

OK that may be a bit of an overstatement, but today is the day folks. My dearest mate is departing for the wonderful land of Aus.

Although my heart aches at the thought of all the fun she will be having without me I must say jealousy is not the emotion that I feel.

We all have that one person in our lives that is always genuinely happy for you. Doesn't matter what minuscule thing you accomplished, they congratulate you. They don't care if you beat them in the race. If your art project turns out better than theirs they relish in that fact! Funny thing is you don't even think twice that they mean this from the bottom of their hearts because it is just second nature for them.

Well I am having one of those feelings. I am so happy and overjoyed for my friend. I can't help but smile when I think upon all the grand adventures she is going to have. Sure, I would love to do those things too but I can't help but think of how happy I am that she gets to do this.

Cassia, I know you will probably read this so let me just say again I am so glad that you get to embark on such a great journey. I know that the good Lord will be working in you in so many ways. I cannot wait for you to return so I can see the glorious woman that you are going to become. You deserve this, you earned it, now go out there and enjoy it!

Much love and Australian boys (need I say more ;) ?)

xoxo-- Amy

Monday, January 16, 2012

Stood on the mountain and I called your name.

Love me when I least deserve it....

...cause that is when I really need it.
- Swedish Proverb.

Thursday, January 12, 2012

I always will...

the girl that's been there for everyone else
needs someone to be there for her.

Hospital for the broken...

Now we all know that I, being the so-called "hipster" that I am, tend to get a little artsy from time to time.

One of my favourite, most cherished art forms is spoken word.

Now there are a select few that have cut right to my core, such as the "That line was so Gay," Chris Tse's "I'm sorry I'm a Christian," 'HypoChristian," "Maybe I need you," by Andrea Gibson, and last but not least "Shake the Dust" by Anis Mojani, the one I loved enough to get a tattoo of.

My friends knowing this about me jumped at the chance to share a new spoken word with me, this one is simply titled "Why I hate religion and love Jesus."

My Facebook newsfeed has been overwhelmed with people sharing this four minute long video which shows a young man eloquently speaking about religion vs. Jesus.

I was instantly hooked by the intense chamber music that starts the video off and once I started listening to the words he was speaking I knew one thing, that this is good!

Therefore I couldn't resist sharing it with you.

Much love and Jesus -- Amy

Monday, January 9, 2012

The rich smell of mahogany....

Groan.... I need to move.

Friday night involved me and a good pal going to my favourite Island city, Victoria, and spending a fantastic evening with a grand group of mates, but, alas, we had to return home and instead of getting a 'fix' from seeing my dearest friends I am now left missing them even more than before.

I've always been told that God places us in certain places at certain times and although I'd like to think Duncan needs me I can't help feeling a tad out of sorts when I think of all the things waiting for me elsewhere.

It's the age old situation of you don't know what you've got til it's gone and man have my eyes been opened to all I am missing out on.

I just keep imagining how much happier and satisfied with my life I would be if I could just have it my way, if I could just be around those who are dearest to me but then I realize even if I could have it my way I would always be wanting more for I will never be truly satisfied if I don't find satisfaction if God and God alone.

I mean it's not like I'm completely devoid of anything worthwhile here, it's just I have so much ambition for myself and I can't help feeling like a salmon that's too big for the Cowichan river.

Guess for now I'm just stuck with itchy feet and frequent malahat travels.

Much love and greener grass-- Amy

Tuesday, January 3, 2012

No turning back, no turning back....

Well it's been a while folks and for that I apologize, but nevertheless life has been uber cray cray as of late, let me fill you in.

Over the Christmas season my sister got engaged, moved to Edmonton, had a ridiculous trip getting there (she
drove with a less than agreeable car) and caused us all a brain aneurysm waiting to hear if she was alive or not, but nonetheless she made it and things are grand on her end.
As for me I feel like I am in a constant state of change, looking back on this year I feel like I have matured so much, just in decision making and how my brain formulates it's views on things is so evolved from the way I used to be and it's really neat to be able to recognize that.

But this wouldn't be a blog post without a few "this is good" moments so here are some recent ones...

on New years day I woke up intending to go up Mt. T with some pals of mine, I dressed the part, layering myself with moisture wicking materials that would keep me cool and warm. But, alas, I opened the door to my amigas only to notice their attire was not up to code. Wearing a jean skirt my pal Tor greeted me with a "change of plans, we're kidnapping you."

I did a quick change and off we were to Victoria for a little shopping and some catching up, we tried on ridiculous dresses and had a blast ending the trip with a visit to my bestest bud James, it was a great way to end the day.

That evening I went to the local Christian school to ring in the new year playing games and watching movies with some mates, after a intense dodge ball match and my team winning a game of three-on three basketball we retreated in to the high school to relax i
n front of the movie screen before the big moment.

After the movie finished we gathered in a circle as we usually do to pray and thank the Lord for all the glorious (and treacherous) moments from the past year and praised Him that looking forward there is so much hope and excitement to see what is in store for us all.

These words rang much truer than usual for me as a large group of men from "Teen Challenge" were there with us that night and as they are currently in recovery it touches my heart to hear about their hope and joy for their future.

As we closed with a harmonic "amen" one of the older gentleman wanted to sing a hymn, "I have decided to follow Jesus." Bless his soul my eyes filled with tears as these men of God poured out their hearts as they genuinely sang the verses, off-tune and out of key, it was one of the most beautiful renditions I have ever heard.

Last night we were graciously invited to a magnificent dinner at one of our friend's house, we walked in only to be overwhelmed by an array of glorious smells and as my stomach growled upon entrance I knew that this was going to be good!

There is a joke going on between them and my mother as the father has decided that I and his son are to marry, now what makes this even more hilarious is that he married a Hindi woman and this is her son and therefore it is a joke of an "arranged marriage, dowry included." Now I actually really like this guy, I'm not sure if he is on the joke but as we hugged goodbye I heard snickers in the background.

We will see what happens, but nevertheless I am apparently "chosen to be his."

Now as we have embarked on a new year I am constantly being asked about my "resolution" and as of now I only have one and I am pretty sure my close friends can guess what it is, I, Amy Pickard, am going to finally get my learners permit. It will happen.

Much love with no regrets-- Amy