Last week my wife and I had some pictures taken of us and our dogs, Rupert & Finley. Within hours of posting the pictures to social media we had hundreds of ‘likes’ and comments. The pictures mostly contained us holding one another, smiling & laughing together, and our goofy, tiny dogs, excitedly looking at the camera. The pictures give a small glimpse into our lives, and the comments left behind confirm what we are presenting: our life/relationship is perfect! [Read more…]
So many times in the past I’ve tried to plan out my life, especially when it comes to my ministry and its future. However, I quickly learned that following Jesus meant that it is virtually impossible to lead him at the same time. Quickly I learned to humble myself and follow willingly, even when that meant doing the opposite of what seems to make sense to me and others around me. Quickly I learned to quit [Read more…]
“Lord, let the joy of the Lord be on me.” That’s how I begin all my personal prayers in my prayer journal. It serves as a reminder to me that no matter what I am about to bring to God in my prayers that I will be joyful; whether it is a life event of excitement and opportunity, or a time of grief or despair, I will give thanks to God because He is good.
“Lord, let the joy of the Lord be on me.” That’s how I began my prayer on August 18, 2014. Then I continued, “I give thanks for my family, both present, and those who are yet to come.” I was alone at the lake on vacation. My wife was away at a conference in Ottawa, and in this time of prayer I felt that things were soon to change. Katie arrived back later that evening. I found out then that I was soon going to be a dad. [Read more…]
I was never supposed to see tomorrow. I knew it long ago. Since I was about 23, actually. It was like I had been given a prophecy. I would die when I turned 32. Tomorrow is my 33rd birthday.
For a long time, though, I had this nagging feeling that I would die when I was 32. This voice that told me that I wouldn’t make it past that age was reassuring in some ways. I had no desire to live – and, some would argue, that what I was experiencing at the time certainly wasn’t considered living – so in a lot of ways it was a goal that I worked towards. [Read more…]