joy soaked words

finding my way

mexico + canada nat

The Mexico Nat, was so carefree and daring. She didn’t let the language barrier stop her from reaching out and loving people with all she had. She didn’t let the calories stop her from eating mocha cake and tacos. She went to Mexico thinking she knew God. Then God was like nope you don’t really know me, but let me show you how to know me. Now, she knows God with a passion, passion that doesn’t burn out with each passing day. Mexico Nat missed Canada Nat like heck.

Canada Nat is full of the same kind of passion, but instead of mocha cake and tacos it’s kraft dinner and brownies. It’s late nights in dorm rooms and friends from Africa and the Bahamas. She still pours her heart out in the blog. Canada Nat misses Mexico Nat like heck.

I remember flying to Mexico and wanting to have the pilot turn around because I was so scared. I remember meeting jewel on the plane, and knowing I had made my first friend. I remember not being able to handle the spicy tacos in the beginning and not being able to get enough spice at the end. I remember sweet Jesus and dream filled conversations as we hailed taxis and downed lattes at looney bean.

I wish I could go back. So badly. I want the sun on my face and the sounds of waves crashing to wake up to again. I know I’ll go back again to visit the place where I really began to know God.

I don’t want to live in the past.

The past is so full of sweet sweet memories, and life lessons learned. Growing times. Stretching and often full of tears. God rescued me.

I want to live in the present. I never want to be so caught up in the past that I miss the beautiful things that are always happening around me.

The memories are sweet.

But so is the present.

I wrote this blog posts on the notes on my phone. I don’t have access to my laptop right now, and I didn’t want to forget what I was writing about.

I also don’t usually dedicate my blog posts. Today, I want to dedicate this blog post to a very close friend of mine. Somebody who showed me what it means to not care what people think. Who shaved all her hair off because she always hid behind it. Who laughed non stop and skipped intersession with me to eat Nutella and dream together. Who is so passionate about Mexico that she did her outreach there. I’ve never met someone quite like her, one who loves her city more then anything and was always open for hugs. Maggie, I miss you like heck. I know I’ll see you soon.

Hugs + blessings + His grace,


love tanks

In the words of C.S Lewis, “I am sure that God keeps no one waiting unless he sees that it is good for him to wait.”

Now in the words of a close friend, “He’s not keeping us from something, he’s keeping us for something.”

Those are some powerful words.

The greats started at the bottom. They kept showing up. They messed up. They started over and kept fighting for what they wanted. They kept fighting for what they wanted.

I don’t know why I’ve ended up here. At Redeemer, studying english when all my life I wanted to be a nurse. I’m waiting to see what else God has in store because I know he is heckin excited to share it with me and I am heckin excited as well for him to show me. “He’s keeping me for something.”

Also, I wanted to jump on here and talk about how thankful I am for the kind of friendship that makes your love tank so full. My love tank gets so full sometimes that it spills over into tears because I am just so darn thankful that I have friends like I do. They get my weirdness, and in same I get theirs.

Love tanks are cool. Make sure you let yours fill up.

I know that Jesus is doing some really cool stuff here. What a freaking cool honour that we get the chance to be apart his kingdom mission here. At Redeemer, I can sense his presence everywhere I go, and He is seriously moving on that campus. Woah, Jesus is cool.

I am absolutely loving being at home this week and having the opportunity to rest. There’s something about home that is just so full of rest.


God is good.

We have established that fact and I will always remind my readers as well as myself that God is good.

He is also good in the waiting. He’s keeping us for something.

Make sure your love tanks are full. Overflowing kind of full.

I don’t know bout you, but I am heckin excited for God to continue to move.

He’s good.

Blessings and hugs,