The Long Expected Day

Today. Today has been stressed over, prayed over and joyfully danced over. Today, I get to fly home and add the finishing touches to my dream wedding. And have it! 

As many of you know, Zach and I are married and have been for six months (CRAZY! I know!). But since the wedding back in October was so small and partially unexpected, we didn’t get to have the party, or the celebration that we wanted. 

So, Zach and I petitioned to leave the country and celebrate our wedding at the end of April.  Waiting for the government to provide permission to leave is hard, especially when your friends and family keep asking what the plan is, or even if it’s still happening. It was hard, I’m not going to lie. Having people doubt that something you’ve been praying over for 19 months won’t happen. A lot of pain and fear strolled in. But a lot of praying streamed out of my heart.

This day has spent so much time in my mind that it’s hard to fathom it’s happening. The long waits and unknowns weighed on me for the latter half of last year. But as 2017 rolled in, I felt God’s peace sweep into my soul. I was praying for revival and for His will to be done. And as I waited and prayed fervently, God showed me the importance of His power and perfect timing. God is faithful as always, and provided my permission to leave at the perfect time. 

The weeks preceding my permission, Zach and I received several gifts that helped us set up our future. We got hope to live with a little less stress for our future. God gave us great gifts ahead so that when my permission came in the mail, we had no boundaries to stop us from planning full force. There was NOTHING that stood in our way for this day. He made it possible so that nothing else could take His praise and glory.

My prayers focused on seeking the Lord and having His will for us. And that our second wedding day be honouring and glorifying to Him. Zach and I wouldn’t have been here without Him so we wanted to give all the credit to Him. He deserved it. He longs for it. He rejoices in it. 

When I opened the government letter that said I could travel, I knew that God wanted this day too. I knew that He has bigger plans in store for us and that we could go further in His will. I am so thankful for His providence and faithfulness. Also His perfect planning. He cared enough about me to hear me and bless my desire for more of Him. 

“In my distress, I called to the Lord, I called out to my God. From His temple, He heard my voice. My cried came to His ears” 2 Samuel 22:7

God hears us when we pray. I’m not saying that He will do everything we ask. But I do believe that praying for His will and surrendering our desires for Him and sharing our heart with Him, He will provide the BEST blessings – because it’s what we’ve been asking for. 

We’ve waited for this day for me to leave and go HOME. And now it’s here! I am filled with so much joy and nervousness as I am waiting in the airport. I’m reminded of the trials, the doubt and the fear. The what ifs that I wasted time thinking about. But I’m also humbled that I waited patiently for His perfect blessing. 

I’m reminded of another time that God’s perfect time proved the greatest blessing. The resurrection. The rising of Jesus from the dead. God had a plan all along and waited so perfectly for it to be fulfilled. Jesus (fully man and fully God) knew the plan and still sought strength from His Father to complete the actions leading to the cross. I’m amazed that Jesus loves me (loves us) so much to stick through the painful death on the cross so that He could save us and rejoice with us, as His bride. 

I never understood that metaphor until I got married. And I’m humbled to know that God looks at me as His bride. He’s excited to see me, He has cleansed me and He wants to declare His love for me to all. I’m speechless to think that He went so far to die for me so that I can come to Him clean. 

He paved the way for us to walk with Him and bring us forward into perfect unity. I pray that this Easter, you’re reminded of the love He has for us, and how the long expected day (the resurrection) was so worth it. The day of His saving was planned from the beginning and waited for, prophesied over and praised over. Trust the Author of all creation to know what’s best and seek His will. 

Thank you Jesus for dying for me. Thank you for taking my sin away and making an open path to you. 

The 22nd Resolution

Happy New Year! I am so excited for all that the Lord has planned to come in 2017!

Yes, I am aware that we’re three weeks into the New Year but, I am getting around to it now. This post is a little late, but I have a good reason for it. The un-mailed Christmas cards on my desk; I have no excuse.

I’ve always loved January. It is not only a month that we all begin new projects, adventures and life changes, but it’s also my birth month!  I find that since I am born so close to the New Year, I use my birthday – tomorrow – as the beginning of my new year, and the day to start my resolutions. I like every year, from birthday to birthday be filled with new changes, new adventures and new growth. Most years share in the ebb and flow of life, and mistakes and great joy. Most years share in new words from the Lord that help lead me on.

This last year filled my heart with new delights, lots of love and a lot of hard changes. And in those changes, God faithfully stood beside me as I grew and is here as He is still pruning.

I want this year’s resolutions to be like a camera. Resolution of a camera, or image refers to the pixels in the image, or the sharpness of every pixel. Now if you’re not into photography, that’s okay, just stay with me.

The more pixels in the image, help make it clearer, and less blurry. I want my 22nd year to hold more detail, more pieces in the picture of my life. I want the resolution of this year to be clear, and focused. I don’t want to have blurry or missing pieces this year. Now for me, that means I want to zoom into the important things in life – Jesus, marriage, family, and friends. I want to grow in my marriage with Zach so that we are magnifying the Lord in our love. I want our family to get stronger and more focused on His mission for our life. I want to grow in friendships; both making new ones and maintaining the old ones.

I want to remove the blurry parts, the parts that are not healthy for me. The laziness, the boredom, and the ignorance of what is good, and righteous for the Lord. As I focus in on the Lord more this year, I want to show more of Him in the image of the year.  My resolutions would not be possible without the Lord and therefore, I want Him to be the largest part of my new year.

One of the largest resolutions that I am working on, is memorizing more of God’s Word. I love learning more and ultimately, we are called to have His work written on our hearts, and minds. We are to meditate on it day and night  (Psalm 1:3). But do we? I am at fault as much as the next person. I make excuses for not reading my Bible, or memorizing the Word to help me grow as a godly woman.

But that needed to stop. So, I took my 22nd Resolution seriously and began memorizing verses, and chapters of the Bible. I hope to memorize 52 new passages this year.

As I am four weeks into this, I am reminded of the character of our Father. His love, compassion and outreaching safety. Isaiah 41:10 talks about God upholding us in His righteous right hand, and strengthening us to help us. Take that in for a second. The Lord of the UNIVERSE wants to help you, give you strength and uphold you. WOW! He cares for us so much, and the least I could do is set aside some of my time to spend it with Him and learn more of His generous nature.


Over Christmas, Zach was generously given 11 days off of paid time off through work. So, he took the last half of December off and we spent it together. Now, I’m not going to lie, there were days we bickered about plans and the laundry piled, dishes stacked and the trash smelled. But, these two and a half weeks that I got to spend with my husband – lazily or busy – meant the world to me.

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Zach took me up to Mt. Hood, here in Oregon and we frolicked in the snow. I was homesick, so he did his best to bring me a piece of home – mountains and snow. His generosity and love for me was evident as he sacrificed his time to make me happy. I felt God’s hand comfort us as we got to enjoy His creation and alone time together.

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We also got to cut our own tree down – my first ever! This was another blessing, as we were able to walk up and down rows of Douglas Fir’s, Blue Spruces, and Pine Trees to find the one that fit us. That time exploring with my family-in-love warmed my heart as it began to ache for the familiarity of home.


Christmas brought new emotions, memories and traditions. As Christmas morning, I woke up to my husband, the birthday boy – yes Zach is a Christmas baby. And yes, he gets twice the presents (not that it matters, but everyone asks) – to make cinnamon buns for my family-in love.

As I kneaded, rolled, and baked the cinnamon buns, my own Christmas memories washed over me. Memories that became traditions. Traditions that I want to continue. As a child, my mum woke up early every year to make us fresh sticky buns. No matter her feelings towards mornings, she woke up to make sure my brother, dad and myself had warm, scrumptious Christmas buns. And so far, Christmas morning isn’t complete without the smell of freshly baked buns.

Even though I didn’t get to celebrate Christmas in similar ways of the past, but in a new country and with a new somebody, I felt God’s hands around me. He gave me so many things to be thankful for and amidst all the changes. He is constant, He is faithful and He is present in every second. He truly was the only gift I wanted. But He lavished me with a caring husband, a and a generous, stupendous family-in-love.

Christmas isn’t about the gifts under the perfectly decorated – or lopsided – tree, the location of where you wake up, or what you eat for breakfast. Christmas is not about any of those things, and yet, we make it to be. We turned Christmas into a day that serves our lives. We focus on what we want and what we didn’t get where as we should look to giving to others. And giving doesn’t mean gifts, it means giving love, time and patience. Giving is submitting our selfish desires and uplifting those who are lonely, sick and needy. I received a lot of giving this year as my family-in-love showered me with kindness, love and time. Those gifts are some of the things that I too want to share in my 22nd Resolution.

God filled my heart with the love of my husband, and family to help take away the homesickness. And it was in the homesickness that I realized, I still get Christmas wrong. My thoughts on Christmas have been about going home, to Calgary. Waking up in my polka dot bedroom and running down to mum’s warm breakfast and hugs. But that isn’t Christmas. Those are memories. Good memories, but I want to make more and not be so focused on the past.

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My family-in-love on Christmas morning, 2016.

I want my 22nd Resolution to help straighten out what Jesus, Christmas and being a Christian should be in all of our minds. Christmas is about our Saviour! The fact that Jesus came into this imperfect world in a humble way – in a dirty manger – to grow and mature in the Lord and then one day, save from our sin, through dying on a tree. Christmas is reserved for Jesus. It’s a complete miracle that He came into this world in a way worthy of a King, from the KING. This is the first pixel that I need to resonate on to help build a great photo this year.

This past month, has shown me the providence of God. He heard my prayers and He is filling in the pieces of my 22nd Resolution. The pixels of my life, the details of my life and the joy of my life are forming because of Him. He loves me enough to work in my life, change it, challenge it and strengthen it, so that I am the woman He wants – and the woman I want.

My resolutions don’t involve much more than focusing in on the Lord and His will for my life. I want to share with you joy and a pieces of the hardships that I face as I am growing. This holiday season reminded me of where I need to have God, and how hard I will work to keep Him in the centre of my photo. His will is my resolution.

What are your resolutions? Do you need to refocus in on something this new year? The amazing part of the Lord are His mercies are new every morning (Lamentations 3:22-23) and He will remember your sins no more! (Isaiah 43:25, and Hebrews 8:12). I am reminding you of these passages because even when you fail – like I do – God is faithful and HE will give you a second chance. So just because you missed January 1st to start your resolutions, don’t let your excuses stop you, and God will meet you where you are to help you walk forward in His will.

I hope that your holidays were filled with warmth and comfort from our Lord. I also hope that you are able to look at your life and focus in on the important pixels that will help you this year. I pray that you are able to hear the voice of the Lord grow louder and direct you further into your purpose. Don’t let your resolution be blurry, but clear and lovely.

Love, Maggs

The Sweetness in the Middle

Hi friends!

Sorry I haven’t been tapping the keys. The holidays are quickly approaching and I find myself unable to sit still for a period and share my heart. But, the snow storm outside gave me the perfect reason to share what I have been up to. I have a hot cup of tea, cozy blanket – that is partially knitted – and silence to write.

This Christmas season I can’t go home. I am stuck in the USA, which means that I will do anything to bring little pieces of home to my new home. As I have mentioned before in other posts, I am settling in. I love Oregon, and I am grateful for the new adventures God has planned for Zach and I. I hope to write another post about my life here and the struggles, joys and new adventures I’ll face as we close off 2016.

I’ve worked hard to make our apartment a home, especially when I have all my “homesick” recipes on hand. One of my favourite recipes that mum would make were Jam Jams. I don’t know if these are traditional Christmas cookies, but I always associated them to this season. So I decided to add Jam Jams to my Christmas baking list. I don’t even know if they are called Jam Jams, but my family loves them, and I hope so do you!

When you make them, be sure to keep some extra on hand. If your friends or family are anything like mine, then these will disappear fast. Just look at them, wouldn’t you want to take a bite out of that sweet sandwich goodness? 😛

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This season, I have made six different treats that Zach and I are handing out to our friends and family. I’ve made over 50 Jam Jams and I wish I horded them all.

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I find that a lot of good cookies have unique ingredients. These in particular have molasses and Crisco – yes, it’s lard. But, they are cookies, they aren’t supposed to be healthy;)

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These are my favourite cookie because, I don’t like chocolate – gasp, I know, I know, what woman doesn’t like chocolate. But I don’t – so when my mum asked about Christmas baking, I suggested these. Jam Jams are my favourite cookie because I love raspberries, and I also love how moist and soft the cookies are from the molasses.

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The molasses gives them a dark drown colour, and a richness to them that balances with the sweet jam inside.

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Since living in a new country, I have had to adjust my brand loyalties. Which I know sounds silly, but there are some ingredients that I really miss here in the USA.  But there is always trial and error. Thankfully this molasses worked and I didn’t need to make more cookies – although I wouldn’t complain about making more Jam Jams.

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Throughout the move here, I didn’t get all of my cooking tools. One of those tools are a circle cookie cutter, which made this recipe a little challenging. However, I got creative. If you find yourself missing cookie cutters, use upside down measuring cups, or jar lids. My measuring cups saved my recipe.

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I’m always reminded of the joy, happiness and warmth of Christmas at home. These cookies have a great way of making me feel like I am home.

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Now this recipe needs raspberry jam. You cannot make Jam Jams without it – there is no substitute. I like Smuckers, but I’m sure there are other great brands of raspberry jam.

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Jam Jams Recipe

  • 3 cups of flour
  • 1 tsp salt
  • 1 tsp b.soda (level)
  • 1 tsp b.powder (heaping)
  • 1 cup shortening
  • 1 cup b. sugar
  • 1 tsp vanilla
  • 1/4 cup molasses
  • 5 TBSP boiling water
  • 1 jar of raspberry jam

Mix the first four ingredients together in a bowl. Add in shortening, brown sugar and vanilla. In a separate bowl, mix together molasses and boiling water, then add to the mixture.

If too soft add ½ cup of flour. Roll the dough out, making it very thin.

Cut into circles. Bake at 375*F for 7 minutes.

Let the cookies cool, and arrange in pairs. Once cookies are cooled, spoon raspberry jam (if you’re like me, don’t hesitate to use a lot of jam) onto one, and squish the other cookie to become a sandwich.


I hope that in this season, you are able to gather around those you love and share in the warmth, joy and delight of family. I pray that you are able to not forget the reason for this season and that Christ will bless you.

Zach and I wish you a Merry Christmas and that you can stay warm in this snow.

Much love, the Hoffman’s ❤

Opportunities Knocking. Opportunity’s Knocking?

Today is my graduation day.

Today is the day that I receive the piece of paper that I worked four years to get.

Today is the day that I slept in.

Today is the day that I didn’t walk the stage.

Today is the day that I rolled over and snuggled in closer with my husband.


It’s surreal to think that after four – physically, mentally and emotionally draining  – years,  I will get my undergraduate diploma. This piece of paper tells the world that I am a competent and diligent student, and understand what public relations is – or should understand what it is:P

I feel there is a high expectation that once we get to this point in our life – the metaphorical standing on the stage about to receive a piece of paper that says “you’re smart” – we should know what we are doing. That if we’ve made it this far, we know our direction, we know our purpose, we know how to “adult.”

Right?

Well, that expectation is wrong. Not everyone knows what they want. Yes, I don’t fall into that category, because I have known for some time what I want to do. But, I am at a standstill – legally speaking. But, God led me here and I know that He ultimately has a plan for my life. I also know that Public Relations is my career, passion and life mission field.

Since I cannot work in the USA – due to visa and paperwork – I now do not know what to do with my life. I do not know where God will lead me. I do not know how to be an actual adult – despite being married for one month – yay! God is really using this time to teach me to relax, listen to Him and take time for other things that I missed out on while in university – mainly hanging out with friends. I have learned so much in these two months of living in complete silence. Granted Zach would not consider any of the things I’ve done silence – planning murder mystery parties, cooking, shopping, etc. But, it’s silence in my own way.

In this time, I have had several conversations with other graduates who shared in the “down” time right after graduation. They shared with me their blank expressions and terror of the unknown future and waiting to get hired. Now I am not scared about my future. But, this time – filled with many unknowns – set off my stress levels about once a week. However, these graduates provide comfort in knowing that my unknowns of “adulting” are perfectly normal.

My friends and husband shared with me the struggles and life questions that they all pondered in the months after graduation, while they waited for jobs. If you find yourself in the transition from student to young professional, take hope, the jobs will come. Be patient and pray for the Lord to use you where you are. Get connected in your community and use your skills now. One thing I have seen is God using my passions for PR in my personal life and helping the community with them too. God prepares you in your past for your future, so this time of silence – although worrisome, stressful and dragging on – there is a purpose. Seek the Lord and He will give you what you need. Trust Him and He will lead you through this time and provide more than what you thought.

These fellow graduates also warned me that university does not prepare you for the “real world.” (I put real world in quotes, because I feel like we are always living in the real world. Once you graduate, yes, you are exposed to more responsibilities but you have been growing and adjusting into the real world ever since you started to make your own decisions). Now in some cases I agree, universities don’t always share information about what we as young professionals need to do in order to get the right job in our field. They teach us applicable skills, but those are only valid once we have a job. Similarly, they don’t give us the experience we need in order to get hired. However, that may be true for some universities, but not all. I am very thankful for my small school in Halifax that had a co-operative education program in which they gave us three mandatory work terms throughout our four year degree. We, in the professional studies competed against other students and interviewed for jobs so to build our resumes. In this time I figured that it was similar to the “real world.” These competitive interviews and real four month paying jobs, taught me a lot about myself, my work ethic and determination, and it showed me the same of other students in my degree.

I learned a lot about giving all I had to my employer, but also that God gave me employers and opportunities that were in my passions. This made it easier for me to grow, work harder and overcome challenges because I loved my job. Not only did I get to work for two great organizations, I also was able to strengthen my understanding of working for the Kingdom, not the Earth. We as Christians are called to serve, and “obey our earthly masters with respect and fear and with sincerity of heart, just as [I] would obey Christ.” – Ephesians 6:5 – NIV. Wow. We are called to serve those in authority above us as we would serve Jesus. Do you do that? Do you speak love and respect towards your boss? Do you give them respect and honour even when you feel they don’t deserve it? That’s a tall order, but we are called to live like Christ, not of this world (John 17:16, John 18:36). We are to focus on the coming of our Lord’s Kingdom. Our work on this earth should reflect that. I pray that you are able to focus on pleasing God more in  your job – or waiting for your job.

The Bible shares many verses on serving our masters – now I know that we likely do not have a salve/ master relationship, but the closest thing is our employers. We are called to work on this Earth. God gave Adam the responsibility to care for the land and work on it (Genesis 2:15). We therefore are supposed to follow in that path. We are not supposed to take work lightly, no, it is our role to honour God in these positions and use our skills to glorify Him and share the Kingdom to others. I want to challenge myself that in this time or unemployment and silence, to pray over my future job and that I will work at it in a way that is pleasing to God. I challenge you to also see what God is doing in your role at work, or like me, in the silence and praise Him for giving you your job. But also look towards your boss with the respect we are commanded to give.

Paul also says in Colossians “whatever you do, whether word or deed, do it all in the Name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him” (Colossians 3:17). Now this verse can be applied to EVERY area of our lives, and it should. But let’s look at it in regards to our season of silence and waiting. Whatever you find yourself doing to pass the time, let it be glorifying God. Let it be for Him and by Him. Use this time of silence to share Him, work on growing His Name within your friend group and allowing His Spirit to lead you further in His direction for your life.

Even if you don’t feel prepared for the next chapter, pray with expectancy that God will use you for His greatness. It is after all His power that lives in us and gives us the strength we need to do His will. We are merely vessels for Him. In my time of silence before I enter the “real world” and adult properly, I want to enjoy this time and know that I am pleasing my Father even as I clean the house, make dinner for Zach and I and meet up with new friends.

Something that stuck with me from the sermon at church this week, that I feel fits into this time of silence. It’s from Luke 19:1-10 where Jesus goes to Zacchaeus’s house. This passage says that Jesus’s trip to Zacchaeus’ house was not planned (to earthly knowledge) – as He was passing through Jericho (vs. 1). Jesus interrupted His trip to Jerusalem (where He was going to die) to stop and have dinner with sinners. Stop and think about that. Jesus, walking to be crucified, willingly paused His plan to touch people’s lives.  What stood out most about this was that we are called to do the same. We are supposed to take the distractions and use them for God’s purpose. This period of silence is FOR GOD. USE IT! Don’t sit by and wallow in the unknown’s. No. Take the opportunities that God placed in you and go.

Graduation isn’t about looking back on all that you’ve accomplished and boosting your ego. No, it is looking forward, humbling ourselves and waiting for God to open the right path for us. It is walking forward in faith – especially in the silence – trusting God that He has the perfect plan and giving Him the glory along the way. Our opportunities that are knocking are always God giving us chances to share Him. I want my time of silence to be used for Him. I see this time as a chance to grow closer to my Father and with my diploma I have an area that I am qualified to go into and preach Jesus.

I pray that you are able to enjoy the distractions that God places. I pray that if you are struggling in this silence, you are able to focus in on Him and find great people to minister to. Just because our life isn’t going the way that we want it, doesn’t mean that it isn’t going the way God wants.

I hope that your season of silence proves to be filled with many God-opportunities. I pray for open ears, open hearts and a willingness to share our Beloved. Remember, “many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails” Proverbs 19:21

Love, Maggie

The People We Share Life With

Hi friends! Sorry I haven’t posted anything lately, things were  exciting and a little hectic, as Zach and I finally tied the knot!

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The past two weeks carried joy, peace and family time. But the main feeling that I kept resonating on was thanksgiving. 

I can’t thank God enough for the blessings that He’s provided. Zach and I had an intimate God centred wedding, and we shared it with our immediate family. It was exciting, relaxing and special to share our vows with each other and take communion as a family. After the ceremony, we celebrated [Canadian] Thanksgiving with everyone – our first family holiday. The evening radiated God’s love and the sweet smell of turkey and apple pie.

I am thankful for this family, near and far. I am thankful for the love that God gave us. I am thankful for the memories that we shared. And, I am thankful for the covenant of marriage, which began when I said “I do.” My wedding day was filled with many blessings, all of which I am overwhelmed with. I don’t think that we could have picked a better holiday to celebrate our union. Thanksgiving has always been the best outlet to observe our blessings and praise the Creator for all His compassion.

These people, my family, they are the ones that I thank my Father for the most. October 8th, wasn’t just my wedding to Zach, no, it was the joining of our families. The two families combined. The two countries brought together. God paved a way across the continent to make this day possible. I am thankful for His mercy, and overarching plans.

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As Zach and I got closer to our wedding, I saw so many answered prayers unfold. Before I met Zach, I intentionally prayed for my future family. I wanted my future in-laws to get along with each other. I wanted my future in-laws to laugh, and share memories with each other. I wanted my future in-laws to be my family, not people that I dreaded to be around.

I witnessed my grandparents share a deep friendship with each other, it sustained a stronger love within my family. It sustained a stronger desire in my heart for that same relationship with my in-laws. I know that not everyone has this experience. If you find yourself in a situation unlike mine, I pray that you are able to find friends or parts of your family that you can create new traditions with. You don’t need to grow up with them to consider them family. God gives amazing people that become family. We are His children and He made us one in His family.

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These wonderful people that God placed in my life are exactly what I’ve needed. God heard my prayer and provided for one of my deepest longings. The beautiful part of these relationships have helped my adjust more into my new life in a new country. Whether they are biologically related, friends or family by marriage, I love them.

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The time we spent together – prior to the wedding and the days after – I got to see the importance of the people that I surround myself with. The people we choose to spend life with requires wisdom. The people that God graciously gave me, helped me weather life. I’ve held them close and called upon them at all hours of the day – especially when there was a four hour time difference 😛


Since I moved to a new city, I have found it hard to make friends. Hard to find people who I can walk alongside me and hard to find someone who could fill the longing in my heart for a best friend. The girls that I met in early elementary, are the amazing women that I have grown up with and still talk to today.

Now these women are and have been exactly what I’ve needed in each season of life. Over the years we followed the pattern of growth and ebbed and flowed within closeness. It wasn’t until high school where we united together and forged a friendship that would last across the country. We weren’t perfect but we knew what it meant to be true friends. We confided in each other with our struggles, looked for comfort and celebrated together as we grew.

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Not only did I learn so much about who I am with these women but, these women taught me so many new and challenging things. These women are my role models. They chased their dreams, traveled and took risks. They made mistakes – like we all do – but they got up and worked harder for the next challenge. I admire their strength and joy. I want to be like these women.

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God blessed me with great examples of love and forgiveness over the years. He allowed me to see healthy relationships which directed me to live those out. In these relationships I found more of what it means to be a friend. A true friend. The bible shares many verses on friendship. One verse that I have struggled over and sought wisdom on is Proverbs 27:17

“As iron sharpens iron, so one person sharpens another.” [NIV}

I feel like the real meaning isn’t discovered when this verse is quoted. I have fallen into misusing it. I think that we use this as an encouragement for friendships. I don’t mean to say that it isn’t, but if you truly think about what the verse says, you’ll realize that this isn’t an encouraging thing. Iron sharpening iron is a hard, hot and dangerous duty. Think of a sword being made, before machines did. Iron rods got heated in a fire and were beat with another iron hammer to smooth out the edges.

Wow. That’s a rough picture. And God calls us to be like that with friends. But what does that really mean? I like to think that it means we are supposed to call each other out – in love- and help them stay focused on the Lord. We as Christians have the hard duty, but also the joyful duty, to help those in our lives be shaped and molded into their God-given potential.

Sharpening iron isn’t an easy task. No, it means walking alongside those friends even in their hardship, even in their stubbornness and their denial. It is not leaving when it gets rough. But through this sharpening, we as Godly women are able to get down in the mud and pull our friends up. We are called to take example from Him. Christ did that for us. He descended down, sat with the poor, marginalized, and outcast to save us. Jesus willingly sharpened us, so we need to willingly sharpen our friends.

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It isn’t easy. But it is well worth it. The women that are in my life have taken the role of sharpening me seriously. We honestly point out stubbornness and share our opinions when necessary. But we stand beside each other proudly and ensure that each of us fulfill our purposes. As cliché as it is, I wouldn’t be who I am without these beautiful women. God graciously gave me these women during my valleys and they pushed me up the mountains. Friendships are precious. Iron sharpening friendships are rare, but their worth is priceless.

I’ve had many friendships fail, or fade. But the ones that persevere through the struggles, the ones that persevere through stubbornness, the ones that persevere through the joys, those are worth it. We can share our hearts with one another, and know that we are safe within their love. God holds us close, showers us with His love and He provides the friendships that we need. He convicts us to love each other, and say the hard things. Even if those aren’t want we want to hear.

I encourage you as you seek friendships, to pray and be the light that God wants. If you have a friend that God has placed on your heart and you are convicted to share Jesus with them. Do it. Take the step in faith and trust that God will provide the right conversation to help. Don’t take the women in your life for granted, even when they call you out. Take some time and pray over what they said and seek God’s direction. I hope that you are able to hear Him lead you through the struggle, and know that He placed these friends in your life to help you become the woman you were created for.

As this thanksgiving season hits its height in the USA, spend time cherishing your loved ones and sharpening your friendships. Trust me, we all need some godly women to help sand off the edges. God will help solidify your needs.

Sending much love,
Maggs

A Little Taste of Home

I’ve been in Portland for two weeks now (YAY!)  Over these two weeks, I am still adjusting to the daily routine, finding my way around town and making friends (still working on that one). Through all the changes, I needed something constant, something that I knew I was good at, and something that could keep me relatively busy.  Since moving here, I have made Zach dinner every night – before you freak out, I love cooking, and as his soon-to-be wife, I love the idea of cooking for him. Cooking and baking are therapeutic and relaxing to me. I enjoy these things and I find that they bring a piece of home, to my new home. There are some recipes – when made – that transport me back to my mum’s kitchen in Calgary. Specifically this recipe that I’m sharing today.

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Now I know, everyone says that they have the best chocolate chip cookie recipe. But, I really do. I have yet to find it’s equal, except when my mum makes them – there is something about mum’s making you cookies. Filled with love. I try to replicate that love whenever I make these cookies.

I also got to use my new measuring cups and spoons (YAY! I get excited over cooking utensils and tools). One tool that I really missed was my Kitchen Aid Mixer. So, this batch of cookies were made with some extra love and elbow grease as I combined all the ingredients by a spatula and fork.

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Now, I know that you’re supposed to separate your wet and dry ingredients and then combine together. But, I am lazy and I don’t want to dirty more dishes than necessary. I only separate the wet and dry ingredients when it is completely necessary. Other than that, I throw everything in a bowl (#rebel). So far, I haven’t ruined any recipe through piling it all in one bowl 🙂

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My mum is a chocoholic – except when she was pregnant with me, but that’s another story – so she adds in more chocolate that most recipes ask for. Watching her bake, I picked up some of her tendencies, like adding more chocolate. Even though mum loves chocolate, I don’t. At all.

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So you must be wondering why me -someone who doesn’t like chocolate – says these are the best chocolate chip cookies? Well I think that since I don’t eat chocolate I have become a good judge of chocolate flavoured foods.

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Or, I like to think I have become one since I don’t indulge in it – often.

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One of my guilty pleasures is eating cookie dough. I know that you aren’t supposed to eat a lot of it. But, I can’t help it. Once you try these cookies, you won’t be able to resist the dough either 😉

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Anyway, enough talking, here is the recipe.

Enjoy!

Ingredients:
2 1/4 cups of flour
1 1/2 cups of brown sugar
1 cup of Golden Crisco
1 tsp of salt
1 tsp of baking soda
1 tsp of vanilla
2 eggs
1 cup of chocolate chips (I use semi-sweet chocolate chips)

Recipe: 

  1. Preheat oven to 375 F
  2. In a bowl, cream together Golden Crisco and brown sugar
  3. In a separate bowl (or like me, in the same bowl as above) combine flour, salt and baking soda
  4. Add eggs and vanilla to the wet ingredients, then combine the dry ingredients
  5. Mix together, and add chocolate chips (I pour a little more than a cup in)
  6. Scoop out cookies (whatever size you want. I find a Tablespoon works or a medium cookie scoop)
  7. Place on greased cookie sheet and bake for 8-10 minutes
  8. Enjoy (hot from the oven or cool) with some milk

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P.s. Thanks Crisco for this great recipe, my family loves it.

Season of Waiting

We wait in line for our Starbucks, we wait for class to finish,  we wait to cross the street, and we wait for good news to arrive. As I’ve grown older it seems that every wait gets harder. But, we fall back into the perpetual routine of  waiting.

There were some waiting periods that I didn’t think I could handle – like not seeing Zach for months on end. Some waiting periods that I didn’t think would come to an end – finally finishing my degree (okay, I admit, I am being dramatic – these four years went by fast). And some waiting periods I didn’t know I would end up in – moving to a new country. But, God ultimately prepared me in my past for my future.  He prepared me for the waiting, the hardships and the love.

I have found that these periods of waiting are exemplified by the growth and sanding off of  my selfish and needy thoughts. I’m naturally a stubborn person – it comes with being a red head – and I tend to be set in my ways. I definitely do not like changes. However, time again, I had to be refined by the Lord to see His good and perfect will and trust fully in Him and His capabilities, not my own. Every season of waiting, I have to be patient. Every season of waiting, I learned so much more than I thought. I have seen God’s love for me unfold more, and my desperate need for Him has risen.

Since 2014, I’ve been in one of the longest, hardest and most rewarding waiting times of my life. I met Zach in 2014, and from then, we have lived on opposite sides of North America. We not only had to wait to be a normal couple, but we had to wait to see each other.  Dating, engagement and soon to be marriage has been a test of patience, technology and love (you can read more about our relationship in Trusting Through the Distance). Zach and I have been waiting for our government papers to come in, for us to get legally married.  Waiting on someone is hard. Waiting on the government is practically impossible. But I needed to remind myself that God is in control. He is the one that formed my relationship and has a plan for it. He is the one that Zach and I lean into when confusion and trials arise. He is the one that will provide a way for us. No matter how long we have to wait. Thankfully, at the beginning of August, God put an end to the visa paper wait and provided. However, we knew with this blessing, more challenges and waiting would arise – the never ending season of waiting. But, God is faithful, and He willed us to get here, so He was going to provide for our future. With all the unknowns, restrictions and government processes, God is bigger and makes a way through everything.

I have been in Oregon for almost a week. Not only was my transition into the USA safe, but it was seamless. God made a way for me to walk freely into a new chapter. All the waiting, and all the tears pushed me into trusting God even more. When I packed up to move back to the other side of the continent, I could not do it alone. My strength alone was not enough to pull me through, it was all and only God. In the time that I got anxious and worry consumed me, I couldn’t see a way out. I focused on my weaknesses and what I couldn’t do, when I should have focused on God’s capabilities. He challenged me, and continues to challenge me as I walk towards this chapter.

You cannot drink the cup of the Lord and the cup of demons too; you cannot have part in both the Lord’s table and the table of demons. Are we trying to arouse the Lord’s jealousy? Are we stronger than He?” – 1 Corinthians 10: 21-22

I read this passage, and my heart filled with guilt. Guilt that I placed my wants before the Lord’s. Guilt that I felt I knew better than the Lord of the universe. Thankfully I serve a gracious Lord, who is patient and loving. He wipes away all our guilt through His death on the cross. And thankfully, He waits patiently for us to realize we made a mistake. God waited until I came to my senses, and worked in my life in the best way – the way that I needed.

After reading that passage, Paul reiterates all God, or nothing. There is no way that I could still think about my worries and serve the Lord. It has to be Him, all Him. The beautiful thing about serving God is that He knows that we aren’t perfect – no matter how much we try. He is patient with us as we get tempted by the delights of this earth. He is patient with us as we put our fears first and not Him. He is patient.

This season has been worrisome, joyous and long. It was met with literally blood, sweat and more tears that I would like to admit. But, as God has proved – daily  – He is in control, and will provide in His perfect time and for His glory. My human nature tries to keep me grounded in my stubbornness and pride but, God continues to sand off the rough edges. Sanding is never easy, nor is it comfortable. However, I want it. I want this life that the Lord has been creating. Even though these growing pains are hard, and uncomfortable, God has made me comfortable within Him.

Whatever season of waiting you find yourself in, remember that God is faithful. Even in the hardships, temptations, trails, joy and peace, trust in Him. He’s got you. This life isn’t easy on our own,  and the seasons of waiting are hard when you try to do them alone.

In this new season of waiting, I need to be reminded of the adventure that I prayed for. I need to be reminded that God graciously led us through every season and He will not leave me. The new situations that arise bring so many questions – I know how hard it is – but if we emphasize God’s greatness and focus on all His capabilities then what else is there? I know that is hard to swallow, it is hard to trust, hard to obey. But, that’s what we are called to do. Trust Him because He is able to do more than we can imagine (Ephesians 3:20). He gave me more that I imagined.

Looking back on this season, God opened every door. Now I am not talking about slightly opening, no, He blew the doors off.  When new things rose and plans changed, He was faithful and kept us walking in the same direction. God provided! The fiance visa season is coming to a close, and though my emotions raged, God peacefully led me to Zach, Portland and marriage in the perfect way.

I will still make mistakes. I will still focus on my worries. But, I will still trust God to the best of my abilities. I pray that you are able to be patient in your season of waiting. I know it is hard, but please trust that God led you here for a purpose and that He won’t forget about you. He never forgets us. We are His glorious design, His glorious children. God loves you.

The season of waiting that you find yourself in will help bring upon His glory. It is for your betterment and His righteousness. Don’t forget to take time to thank God for the season of waiting, to seek His guidance and enjoy the lessons that you will learn. I wouldn’t trade what I learned in this season, and I know that God isn’t finished with me yet.

Thanks for walking beside me on this journey,
Love Maggs.

Onto The Next Adventure

Today is my last day in Halifax. I have had the great pleasure of living in a city that welcomed me with a loving heart, and cheerful song. I spent the last four years learning, stumbling, creating and growing. I forged a path for myself, and I worked hard to keep it progressing.  I didn’t give up when it got tough, and although there were some tears, I cleared my hesitations and pressed on.

This past month has uncovered more questions, more confusion and more joy. God has led me directly towards where He wants me. He patiently waits for me to calm down when He decides to speak, and He patiently waits as I gather my barrings and  obey where He wants me. But, obedience isn’t easy, nor does it follow along with my plans.

At the beginning of the month, (August 2016), I received my fiance visa! (Biggest blessing!) I then discovered that I would not be able to leave the US after I entered it in September – Zach and I are attending a concert early September. We also knew that we needed to wed in 90 days once the visa arrived. But, with more information given, Zach and I had to change what we wanted our visa wedding day to look like. After much deliberation, tears – on my end – and prayer, Zach and I agreed that we would share a God centred wedding with a Thanksgiving potluck with immediately following. We will keep our original wedding date – April 29, 2017 – as a vow renewal in front of all our friends and family.  I never expected to have two weddings, or rather two celebrations, but I know that God has a greater plan for us. I am excited to go on this journey with Him and Zach as we get closer to our God designed purpose. Through all the “chaos” God faithfully led me to today. When I got worried about money, selling furniture, travelling, packing, where I’d stay, cleaning – whatever it was – He graciously and lovingly provided. Every single time. When I worried, He calmed me. When I made a mistake, He comforted and provided a new way. He is beside me through it all.

As I sit here in the airport, apprehensive butterflies flap around, yet, God graciously pours peace over me. I am excited and ready to get married to Zach in just over a month. I don’t know all of the twists and turns that will arise, but I am at peace knowing that I am right where I need to be. God places us in His time. He gives us what we need, even when we don’t think we do. I’ve spent a lot of time praying for the things that I need, and not what I want, but that my needs turn into my wants. I desire to be a woman after God’s heart, and even though I don’t know all the details, I know God. He loves me and holds me close to His heart. All I can do in this time is wait for Him to led me and trust that whatever happens, it is for my growth to become more like Him. And, I’ll give Him the glory every step of the way.

As I sit here on the last day of this chapter, I am not overcome by worry or fear. Peace, comfort, and love surround me. I know that this was where I am meant to be and that this degree, city and new direction are from the Lord . He placed these on my heart, and now I am onto His next chapter. These past few years have brought so many changes, where my plans changed and I needed to step out of stubbornness and step into obedience. Who am I to say to the Lord on what He should do? I don’t want to live in pride, nor in the way that I want – because humans fail. We don’t see everything, but He does. So even though I had to pack up in less than a month and fly to the opposite side of the continent and now prepare to get married in 90 days. I will trust what God has planned for me. I don’t want to have Him fit into what I want, I want to be what He wants. I want to be the woman that desires Him more and strives to show Him off. I refuse to have Him be on the sidelines because my life would fall apart without Him. I need Him every single breath, step and thought. I want my life to be His, and I desire to have His will be mine.

When I think about how everything will unfold, I’d be lying if I said that I am not worried, scared or overwhelmed. But, I am also SO excited. I get to finally see my fiance and be in the same city – exactly one month before we say “I do.” Although I never knew this is where I’d end up, I am so happy with how everything turned out. Trusting in God has been the most stressful yet rewarding choice, day after day.

I hope that you are able to take some comfort in knowing that not everything has to be planned perfectly – this is still hard for me to swallow, but it’s true. Not everything we do has to unfold in our ways, but when we trust that God is in control, then He will bless you and reveal more of Himself to you. Trust in Him and allow His peace to wash over you in everything that you are doing. Invite Him into every crevice and He will shine His love and direction. Trust is hard, but then you won’t go onto new greater things. And I don’t know about you, but I want to have many more adventures. So take that step, release your wants, and as for His. He will provide – generously – but also not in the way that you would expect.

“But Ruth replied, “Don’t urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God.” – Ruth 1:16

Love Maggs

Trusting Through the Distance

A lot of people are intrigued about my relationship with Zach. We met, formed a friendship, fell in love, grew in our relationship all the while, on opposite sides of the continent.  Technically, we have spent 66 days together in person.

I never wanted to date long distance. I adamantly protested against it. I stated that authentic relationships were not made over the phone. But, here I am. I spent the last (almost) three years, committed to Zach, over long-distance. This journey with him has had no shortage of trials, emotions and challenges. But, God moved. God used this distance in a way I never imagined. He filled the longing for Zach with His over-flowing love. He filled the loneliness, jealousy, and sadness with comfort, joy and peace. He faithfully led me to trust, obedience and love. I owe this all to Him.

Before I get too ahead of myself, let me start with how it all began. Cue time travel music.

My best friend asked me to be her maid of honour – a title that I took seriously and joyously! I flew back to Calgary one cold day in March 2014, to stand beside Kaitlyn. She and Tim (her now husband) teased me that they found the perfect guy for me – Zach, a groomsman. From Alaska. Did they not know where Alaska was? Or where I was living? I laughed at them and brushed it off.

When I met Zach, it wasn’t love at first sight – at least for me. I found him cute but I didn’t want to date him. He lived in Alaska, and I was in Halifax. But, I couldn’t avoid talking to him – and secretly I wanted to too. We spent the days leading up to the wedding talking. He kept an eye on me and he wandered over to stay in my conversations.
The morning of the wedding, I led the bridesmaids down the stairs. When the doors opened the groomsmen turned towards us. We made eye contact and Zach grinned. He told me I looked beautiful and turned to hide his slightly pink cheeks.

During the ceremony, I felt someone’s gaze on me as I focused on Kaitlyn and Tim. I glanced to my right. Zach had his eyes glued on me. They stayed on me the entire ceremony – most of the wedding photos have Zach watching me, not Kaitlyn and Tim. Some call it creepy, I say it’s endearing. When we went to take photos, it didn’t help that I purposefully placed myself beside him. I shouldn’t have flirted, but I did.
At the reception “I can’t help, falling in love with you” came on. I left the dance floor with the other singles. A hand slowly reached toward me, beside my right elbow.
“Would you like to dance?” Zach’s shy smile and wide brown eyes were too hard to resist. I took his hand. And we danced. Kaitlyn and Tim excitedly waved, ridiculously smiled and shot us thumbs up. I ignored it all. Through the heat, sticky hands and awkward slow dancing, I felt completely safe. I felt at home.
The night ended and I had an early flight back to Halifax. I hugged Zach good-bye – we both thought we’d never see each other again. When I got home, Facebook signaled a new friend. When I boarded my plane, Facebook signaled a generous message.

My heart felt different when I landed in Halifax. I didn’t need a man, I didn’t want one in Alaska. My stubbornness pushed on as I refused to date long-distance. But, God kept pushing me to open up. Over the next six months, I fought with an internal battle of falling for a guy that I only met for three days. I prayed for clarity, direction and focus. God convicted me to open my heart for His plans, not mine. So I obeyed. Not knowing what He wanted, but knew Zach was a part of it.

By August, Zach and I texted every day. We got to know each other more and more. I stayed up late to squeeze more out of who he was. He woke up early to make me blush. I resisted long-distance, but God kept placing him on my heart.
Zach asked to Skype and I nervously agreed. Butterflies playfully floated in my stomach. I opened my phone to the blue Skype screen. I propped it against the wall in front of me and finally spoke to the man who asked me to dance. Before we knew it, three hours had passed. These calls became regular. We shared. We laughed. We grew.

Shortly after – on September 3rd, 2014 to be exact – Zach professed his love to me after I professed my love for steak. In the usual way that it was, I wouldn’t change it. A few days later, a beautiful bouquet of flowers arrived on my doorstep. I picked them up and dug out the card. It read:
I only get 210 characters to tell you how incredible you are. But it only takes a few to make me blush. I love you Maggie. You are the most godly, beautiful woman I have ever met. I can’t wait to see you.

He meant it. He wouldn’t have joked about love. Neither of us would.

Let me explain some things before I go on. 1. I have never had a boyfriend before 2. I hadn’t even told Zach that I liked him, much less love him 3. I am a SUCKER for romance! 4. I had never been in love before. Remaining honest, I told Zach that I wasn’t there yet. I expected to lose him completely, but I didn’t want to say something I didn’t feel yet. He responded with such compassion. Zach agreed that he didn’t me to say it until I meant it. I spent many nights praying and pondering what love was. Was I in love? Do I love him? How do I know? People always say, you “just know” when you’re in love. So I waited until I knew. Zach was so patient with me as I trusted God to take my heart where it needed to go.

Over the next three months, Zach told me he loved me every day. He said it because when you are in love, you can’t contain it. You want to shout it, let them know how much you care for them. Then, one night, while I was on Skype with Zach, my heart opened up. I just knew I had fallen in love with this amazing, sweet, Godly, Alaskan man.
I had planned to tell Zach my feelings when we flew to Calgary for Christmas. But, like he said, “when you’re in love, you want to shout it out. Share it. Express it.” I tried to wait, but on December 8th, I couldn’t keep my secret any longer. I paced around my bedroom. I couldn’t think. My heart raced and my stomach knotted. I knew what I had to do. I asked Zach to get back on Skype, and the familiar blue screen loaded. I took a deep breath and looked into his wide brown eyes.
“I love you,” burst out of my mouth. “I wanted to wait until Christmas, but I couldn’t wait any longer to tell you. I love… I’m fully, completely in love with you Zachary Timothy.”

Three weeks later, I paced outside Customs at the Calgary Airport. After nine months since the wedding, I would finally see him. The man I loved, the man who asked me to dance. I spotted him and those familiar butterflies returned. They whirled around inside. I’m felt sick with excitement. I weaved in between other travellers to reach him. I wanted to jump into his arms, but I stood before him and he smiled. My heart pounded. I looked at the man I loved. He’s here.

Zach dropped his luggage and wrapped his arms around me. I inhaled deeply. I am home. We stepped back and looked at each other. He leaned in and kissed me. My first kiss. 

We had three wonderful days together. We left Christmas more in love and more sure of God’s plan for us. We excitedly waited to see it unfold.

God forged a relationship in a way I never expected. He strengthened me in ways I didn’t think I needed. He showered me with His unfailing love. He poured into me through a man on the opposite side of the continent. I prayed for the things that I needed, not what I wanted, but that my needs became my wants. God heard my cry and faithfully provided.
I’ve learned that patience, obedience, long-distance and spontaneity are what I needed to fall in love.

I never expected to be here, nor to fall in love like this, but,
many are the plans in a man’s heart, but it’s the Lord’s purpose that prevails” – Proverbs 19:21 NIV

I hope that this encourages you to keep trusting God. Continue to draw closer to Him. He’s got you. He will lead you where you need to go. I had to trust Him over a 5 hour time difference for two years and through 7,920km. He’s got bigger plans than we can see.

He loves you.

What’s Your Plan?

I imagine you’ve heard the question: “what are your plans after graduation?” You’ve asked the question and dreaded the question. I’ve stumbled upon this question twice – once at the end of high school, and the other routinely as I complete my final semesters of university. I’ve seen curiosity build behind prying eyes as I formulate my answer. I’ve never dreaded this question because I had an answer to it, because I had a plan – or I thought I had a plan. I didn’t know that this – what seemed to be a simple question – held a lot of emotion, a lot a weight and a lot of unknowns. Just not for me.
In my first exposure to this life-altering, unbalancing question, I responded with the safest, practical option. In early high school, I answered with “I’ll stay home, and attend the University of Calgary.” It was my plan. Nothing would pull me away from the comfort of home. Even though I could choose any direction, I held what I knew.
I crave structure, routines and patterns. I’m unhinged at spontaneity. My ideal adventures are planned and colour-coded. I don’t take risks, and I hate change.
As I grew, I didn’t experience those teenage years of self-discovery, disobedience and recklessness. No. I obeyed my parents, I did my homework – early – and I went to bed on time. My years in high school consisted of break-less, tireless and endless hours of studying. Mum forced me to put my pencil down, forced me out of the house and forced me to relax. While my friends’ partied, stayed up late and had free weekends, I pushed myself to do homework every second until my brain cried for rest. I was comfortable. I had a routine. I worked hard to graduate, to go to university, to build my future.
Calgary held me close until one day, in grade 11 life changed.
My school hosted a university fair. My friends, desperate for a break, pulled me away from the books and convinced me to join them. They wanted to gather ideas for what to do after graduation. Unlike me, they didn’t have a plan. We walked into the fair and saw a hundred possibilities for our futures. I shut them down – I would not relocate. I had a safe plan.
As we walked around, I gathered free pens, stickers and catalogues plastered with university logos. Pointless. I knew these would end up in the recycling bin. Then, I spotted a small booth for an eastern university. In Halifax.
I walked over.
I spoke with the recruiter and instantly, unexpectedly, completely, my future changed. I wanted to go to Halifax. I believed God placed this seed, and let it grow. I could almost hear the ocean breeze. My friends and family thought this was a phase, that I’d change my mind closer to graduation. I didn’t.
For the first time, I felt spontaneous. For the first time, I walked into a situation without a solid plan. For the first time, I fell into an adventure.
By August after graduation, I was ready for a change. I got on a plane and flew to the other side of the continent. I didn’t know what university was like, what Halifax was like, or what the distance would do to me. But, I knew God wanted me here. I pressed on. I pressed on to a new province, a new city, a new me.
Halifax welcomed me. In its safe arms, I grew, I stumbled, and I discovered. I experienced agony, despair and loneliness as I craved the sights, smells and the familiarity of home. Slowly, Halifax drew me into a beautiful romance. I fell in love with life on the East Coast – my new plan, my new home. The Rockies raised me, but the Ocean accepted me.
As I settled in, I planted the roots for my future.
But, spontaneity sprouted different plans. This time, a man. An American man. God opened my heart for him to enter. Slowly, my future in Halifax disappeared. The city I grew to love drifted away.
I’ll remember Halifax affectionately. In four short, yet simultaneously long years, I discovered myself in the midst of a spontaneous adventure. Near the ocean and completely alone. Trials, challenges and emptiness left me begging to go home, to give up. But, stubbornly, I pressed on. God had a purpose for me to be here. I needed to wait.
As I pack my suitcases, change my last name, change my zip code, and change my passport, I am thankful I took that leap. As I approach the end of university, I itch for change, for relocation. I never expected to leave what I knew – leave what was comfortable, leave what was easy and leave those I loved. I didn’t think I’d get stronger when I uprooted and relocated. But, maybe, that was why I needed it. The plans I created held safety. The plans I followed held growth, love, adventure, and bruises.
I still colour-code my plans but, as my best friend likes to remind me, nothing bad ever comes from a little adventure.