#10ReasonsWhy: We Find our Testimonies SOOO Hard to Share and How to Change That

If I’m being COMPLETELY honest, I have kept this post in my drafts box for some time now, along with many others..

Over the past month, throughout midterms, trying to stretch myself in social aspects, family and work, I constantly left posts on the back burner. Usually I like to write down ideas (mostly to keep my sanity in check) when something fresh comes to mind, but lately when the fire starts to light up, one of those four excuses seem to effortlessly blow it out.


I have somehow mustered up the courage to have a monthly (or bi-monthly… who knows) post called #10ReasonsWhy and nipping those WHY answers in the butt with not just some biblical truths, but personal ones as well.  I hope you can enjoy it ALMOST as much as candy cane ice-cream.

Let’s Begin…

If you ever grew up babysitting or with younger siblings, you probably heard the question “why?” more than you ever… ever wanted to. The constant curiosity sometimes killed the cat (a.k.a. your patience), yet we still ended up frustratingly responding finally with “I DON’T KNOW OKAY!?”. Sound familiar? If you said no, maybe it was just me. I don’t have younger siblings, but I definitely babysat. Does that make me a spaz? Anyways, if you think about it, sometime’s those kids are just like us, as we like to call ourselves… “mature and knowledgable adults”. That why question seems to just.. follow us around every time we think about the importance of sharing our testimonies. Here are #10ReasonsWhy I believe our testimonies, though challenging to work through, are never ending and easily the greatest story we can write ourselves.

In no order, read away!

1. No matter how many variations we use to try and explain it, we come up with the excuse that our testimony is and always will be too difficult to put into words.

This is usually the number one excuse I tell myself and hear from others. I always believed that my story wasn’t “good” enough because compared to other people’s tragedies, mine weren’t as devastating or life altering enough. It begins with the typical, “I grew up in a loving christian home and my life has been pretty good so far – not trying to toot my own horn or anything…” end of story. We think that because God blessed us with a great family and has kept us safe from some pretty awful things, our story isn’t worth sharing.Which leads to my next point…

2. We haven’t put our full trust in God. 

If you are one of these people, let me just tell you this – we as Christiansimages, individually have the greatest personal relationship with God. Who has the right to say or assume, based on this ideal up bringing, that your story is boring? It has been up
to you to, whether you grew up in a Christian home or not, to sustain this relationship and to keep moving forward, trusting that God’s got your back through and through. Can I get an amen?

3. We believe that to non-Christians, we’d be speaking a foreign language, therefore it wouldn’t make sense.

When we speak to anyone, Christian or non-Christian about our faith, it is inevitable that many won’t understand our point of view. Like I said before, our personal relationship with God is our own and our testimonies are in no way a story to tell people specifically the troubles in your life, but rather why you believe in the one true God and the amazing works you’ve seen Him do in your life through those troubles. Whatever language you are using, keep in mind that where there are critiques, there are always those seeking the hope you are sharing within you. So don’t let this stop you.

4. There is never a right or wrong time to share our testimony.

Before I was baptized, I would constantly tell myself that my story doesn’t have enough to it yet- that there wasn’t enough meat. There is no better day then today, tomorrow, the next day and so on. What I mean by a “right and a wrong” time is when we tell ourselves that the fat is too thick to cut through. Sometimes we feel like we need to experience more to really share more and make an impact. We know that trimming the fat gets us to the good part of the meat, so we’re not trying to chew our way through that gross jelly-like substance. Sorry to all the vegetarians/ vegans out there – it’s just such a good analogy I couldn’t help it. Anyways, the title speaks for itself. Listen to God’s voice and what your heart is telling you.

“For there is a time and a way for everything, although man’s trouble lies heavy on him.”

Ecclesiastes 8:6 NIV

5. Sharing our testimony doesn’t mean it has to be in front of a multitude of people.

Whoever, wherever and however you share your testimony is up to you. Half of the time, sharing our testimony doesn’t even start with “I grew up in a Christian home”, but rather simply sharing and honouring the Lord by bearing witness to others about His work in your own life… conversations lead to your story ALL the time without even knowing it and can really encourage those who you’re sharing with to step out in faith in their own lives.

“We urge you, brothers, to admonish those who are idle, cheer up those who are discouraged, and help those who are weak. Be patient with everyone.”

1 Thessalonians 5:14 NIV

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Coughin’, Slothin’ and Life Plottin’


Well hello there!

I thought that I would start my blog today by letting out a few complaints, to tell you the snotty truth.

UUUUUUGGGGGGGHHHHHHH… I’m thinking as I sit here writing this. These past few weeks have been very sloth like – slow and steady, not ever quite winning the race. Mix that with some snot and a few dozen (ok, a few thousand) kleenex boxes and BAM, you’ve earned yourself some dang good bellyaching rights and maybe even a brownie, if you can taste it of course. It was almost inevitable that sickness would say hello and overstay it’s welcome, but I’ve asked for it to take it’s kleenex box and hit the garbage can.

Harsh, but it got the hint 😉

A few posts ago, I mentioned how I was just starting my first year at University and I realized I haven’t really updated any of you readers, if any out there, about how it’s been going. Not going to lie, it’s been a rough couple of weeks getting serious about the ins and outs of school, but between my professors and my faith, I am more and more amazed each day.

When I first accepted my offer in August, I immediately thought of going to staples to buy one of those buttons that overly confidently says, “that was easy”. Really, it all happened so quickly and so simply that I almost convinced myself that it would be easy. With just 7 weeks in, it registered in my brain that, boy, this was not easy. Heck, it was far from that.

Never, I repeat, NEVER… stop praying after what you think you’ve been waiting for has been answered. The entire process of school felt like it had been handed to me and in a way, technically, it had. My acceptance into this University was very, very strange. I hardly call what happened “applying” because I quite literally wrote on a piece of paper that I accepted the offer to go to this school. The timing was perfect – course selection was open for one more day, I saved a boatload on tuition and I received the amazing gift of starting at the University I always walked by and admired.

Though I looked forward to my year ahead, I knew I had to take it slow. Every day was going to be a battle in my head as I began to think I had to figure it all out. I found it difficult to walk into this place: new people, trying to find quiet spots on a busy campus, having the worst possibly timed brain farts and still trying to find the time to love yourself, a little more everyday.

Getting settled into my classes, I knew I wanted to become part of not only a new church, but some sort of club. First year university, in my eyes, so I thought… could happen in three ways.

  1. Figure it out. Find anyone who will be your friend.
  2. Don’t make ANY friends – JUST GET THE WORK DONE!
  3. Let God take control, He is the one that got you here, is He not?

You’d think “okay Lizzie… obviously it’s the third one”… laugh out loud… I thought it was that obvious too! Unfortunately, I walked in with the second mindset. I thanked God for turning the page, even though I felt I needed to re-read the last few pages before starting a new chapter to fully understand, but I stopped praying.

Walking into Power to Change one Friday night (more like ran – I was an hour late), I began to feel the workload dissipate. I’m not just talking paper, books and brain farts, but the workload of life. I looked back at how right THIS moment was for me to start school, even though I felt like an old geezer starting my first year. I began to realize how my prayer life needed a refresher and it needed to be unlimited – no prayer is too little and there is never a time where we need to stop because we believe we’re in a good spot.

Lately, I’ve been inspired by the quote that reads,

“In my deepest, darkest moments, what really got me through was a prayer. Sometimes my prayer was ‘Help me.’ Sometimes a prayer was ‘Thank you.’ What I’ve discovered is that intimate connection and communication with my creator will always get me through because I know my support, my help, is just a prayer away.”

– Iyanla Vanzant

It reminds me that even when you get sick, overly confident, unmotivated and lonely, much like a best friend, God is just a prayer away. My challenge for you this week, whatever moment, is to take a minute to look around you and pray. The prayer life never ends!

Have a wonderful week,


Rainy Days

Rainy Days

When I was in Edmonton over the summer, I wrote this poem on a drive home, with torrential downpour… loving every second of it!

Now, its the Canadian thanksgiving weekend and it has just started to rain… sitting on the couch and being sick with a cold still can’t stop me from loving the peacefulness of the rain falling on the bright-leaved tree’s.. enjoy! – 

Rainy Days

I love the rain

Because it makes a comfy chair

And a warm cup of tea

That much more inviting


I love the rain

Because when it falls

It makes the rivers rise

And the fish happy


I love the rain

Because when the leaves stick to

the damp grass,

there’s a colourful trail

that leads me home


I love the rain

Because when I wear my coat

And my red rain boots

I never want to avoid the puddles


I love the rain

Mostly because

I know it’s not the last storm


So until next time

I’ll keep my boots handy

And fill up my kettle

Because I know when it rains

Whatever the weather

Life just gets better




Hey, hey, hey!

I just recently arrived home after spending a month away; in new places, meeting new faces, hearing new stories and sowing the seeds of new memories. My best friend got married to a wonderful man; the same man that God called to look up in His perfect timing, to see his perfect wife. I love that they are so in love and love being in love and share a love for the God that created them to be in love! Heh.. need me to repeat that?

Today I just felt like writing about… YOU GUESSED IT… love. Get your pen ready or an extra set of fingers, because you’re going to love how many times I use the word love in this post and are going to want to keep a tally. No, there isn’t a prize, or a point at all as to why you should, but just have fun with it.

Let me start by saying, I’m not talking solely about love in relationships, but what YOU love. These past few weeks have been pretty crazy for me; accepted into University, getting a kitten, baking goodies for family, my sister getting engaged and buying oodles of books (being an English major – this part is inevitable). The only similarity within these events is that I joyfully love each and every one of them. Whether it be a hobby, a change of pace, a flip of a page in my life or a leisurely and relaxing activity, they’re things that make up who I am and what kind of person I want to be. Although when reading that list, it doesn’t stick out like a sore thumb to every reader, but it’s obvious to me when looking at it because I am slowly figuring myself out – figuring out how to love myself within my daily habits and mannerisms I portray to people that I love.

Before I realized how much I enjoyed doing certain things, hosting for different family events or taking time for myself without my phone or the internet, I focused on trying to love what other people seemed to love or what they encouraged me to love. An epic part of me was lost trying to be like everyone else and waited for the world to shape me rather than making my dreams that I thought were cavernous, become tangible.

I wanted to love going to camp and spending a whole summer there, I wanted to spend too much cash on new products so I could love how I looked – I wanted to impress people with how much I knew about the skin, when really the only thing I knew how to do was spend too much money on it. Another huge thing was that I loved listening to everyone else’s advice other than my own. I was convinced that I should stroll down a safe path in life, unfortunately based around my weakest subject – science.

I was accepted into a Pre-Science program that I hoped would bridge me into a Practical Nursing course the next year. A definite job title seemed impressive, except when I began to panic – I imagined coming home everyday exhausted (mentally and physically), dreading to go to work the very next day and so on. In reality, this was not me and definitely not what I loved. One night, looking through the classes I was starting in the fall, I had a complete and utter meltdown.

SCIENCE?!” I said out loud..*que tears now*

I was becoming aware of the fact that I was completely ascribing to a life I knew I wouldn’t love. At this point my dad was sitting at the edge of my bed listening to me babble on about what I really did love to learn about. He kind of smiled and said “I don’t think you mentioned science once”. Isn’t it funny how our mind works? The moral of this story is that God is good. He knows what we need, when we need it and when to open that shiny red door… that just so happened to have a few yellow stripes on it. I suddenly shifted gears and was accepted to be a Gryphon (hence the red and yellow – those are the school colours) at the University of Guelph for English (ahhhh just hearing that word makes my heart at ease).

Now that I feel there is a little more direction with that part of my life, I want to be conscious of other things in my life. I am so thrilled for my newly wed friends, because they can share their love of life, hobbies and adventure with their spouses. But as I sat there, taking it all in, I wondered what was missing. What void was I trying to fill this entire time? It wasn’t to find a spouse, or to figure out what the heck I was going to do with a science diploma I never wanted, but to find what I love to do with this wonderful life I was given all at a steady and ‘whenever I’m ready’ pace. I felt at ease in that moment that God was piecing something pretty awesome together for me.

Whether you’re married, in a relationship, flying solo or still exploring what you love totally aside from any sort of relationship, just remember to stop and smell the roses. Stop and say “hey, I love coffee… I love listening to this song… I love driving along this road… I love taking pictures”, always remembering that you and what you love are unique. By that, I just mean that at the end of the day, you should want your exhaustion from a job, a long day or a huge project you’ve been working on to be an accomplishing feeling. It’s never too late or too early to take up a new hobby you’ve always wanted to try. Life is about embracing our quirks, our interests and having never ending dreams.

Or as C.S Lewis would say,

“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream…”

A challenge for you today is to make a list of the things you love. It can be anything! People, places, random thangs and even chicken wangs. It’s important to remind yourself that no matter what, you have the ability to love your life, because over time, that list is going to grow and despite what anyone says, you’ll be growing too.


Take courage, friends.




The Thief of Joy

Comparison. A skinny, pretty girl on instagram or in the magazines. The ability to make the hairs on their arms rise when they hear his/her voice sing beautifully. The guy that seems to be great at every sport and is liked by every girl. The people who are constantly travelling and take amazing photo’s to prove it. The one’s we think are truly living life to the fullest – while we feel we are stuck. Stuck in a job, in a relationship, in trying to be like everyone else and to… feel normal. We’ve all done it and continue to do it. We compare and we believe that we are not as good, not as talented or not as adventurous.

Proverbs 14:30 says; “A tranquil heart gives life to the flesh, but envy makes the bones rot.” Tranquil means peaceful, calming and undisturbed. While envy means jealousy, bitterness and discontent. A tranquil – or sound heart – spreads it’s kindness and unselfish influence throughout the entire body. Envy is described as a raging fever with no rest. When we feel sick, we feel powerless and physically incapable, throughout the entire body. What we have to understand is that it is no different when we are comparing ourselves to those arounds us. We feel exhausted and powerless!

Recently, I’ve really been struggling more with comparing myself to people in the world around me. At work and in my friend groups, a vicious cycle spins around in my mind. Doubting my abilities at first, then feeling satisfied if a certain person “likes” my photo or I have a good day at work, where I have made people laugh and leave feeling accomplished. But then that self-doubt starts to win again the next time I feel awkward or my jokes weren’t as funny as they were the day before. The doubt keeps rolling in and tells me I should just “stay quiet” for today – to start acting “normal” so I can get that satisfying feeling back. So they can like me again – who I am, how I act and what I say. This “normal” person I strive to be. I find it very sad that my mind works this way and that I compare myself to those who interact with others so easily and fluently.

Yes it SUCKS, but do you want the real truth? Comparisons will never go away. I’m pretty sure that in every single aspect of our life, there will be something or someone to compare to. Unfortunately, we cannot control that, but we can control our drive for success, passions in our everyday life and joy through all circumstances (and in this case, comparisons). Although sometimes we feel that comparing completely robs us of our joy, it doesn’t have to. It’s just a distraction. No job, no amount of money you make, people that like you, the clothes that you own, the trips you go on, etc. will make you stop comparing yourself to others. Instead of being envious of that person, uplift them. Not only does this lift their own spirits, those who are too comparing themselves to others, but lifts yourself up and begins to generate a tranquil heart the Bible tells us gives life to this very flesh we are comparing ourselves to.

The virus is always going to be out there, but you just have to inject the needle of gratitude and take care of yourself. The steps to make a healthier, happier and greater you. That may involve asking God to help you see the better in yourself, to help encourage you towards an undisturbed and peaceful heart.

Don’t let this thief run with your joy, okay? It’s worth a whole dang lot.



Finding Hope in Abandonment

To leave and never return to, to withdraw, to escape… we have all felt abandonment at some point in our life. This week I was located in British Columbia (Canada) and had such an amazing time there with my family and was thankful to see one of my older brothers baptized – purifying his soul with the joy of the Lord within him. Throughout my time out west, although there were some awesome adventures, some not-so-great stories trickled out in the news and in hometowns of my very own friends.

I am currently enjoying a book called “Captivating” written by John & Stasi Eldredge and unveils the mystery of a woman’s soul (a book for all you ladies out there that I highly encourage reading – the revised and expanded version) and the chapter that I read last night was called ‘A Special Hatred’, which zero’s in on the story of Adam & Eve. The chapter begins with Stasi’s beautiful garden – full of vibrant colours and clearly exudes the light and joy within her. One night, it starts to hail. And it hails hard. SO hard that Stasi’s garden, one that gives her so much joy and see’s it as beautiful, is now completely destroyed. Now, while I was away, the devastating news of Fort Mcmurray spread like wildfire – literally. The once beheld beauty and joy of this city, home to many, is being destroyed slowly and surely through every night and every day.

Not only is this an awful tragedy, but it is only one of so many other tragic destructions of beauty that holds one answer. The answer is Satan – once perfect in beauty, but not the main event. His heart was consumed with pride and fell because of his gorgeous exterior. Shockingly, he had enough room in his heart to make for a purpose. Not the kind of purpose you’d imagine for your own life, but a purpose to destroy and strike at all of life’s beauty given to us in our wholesome world. In the garden of Eden, Eve was tempted by Satan to eat the forbidden fruit. They lived in this beautiful garden and all was right, until the temptation was followed through and Eve took a bite into Satan’s true purpose.

With this being said, whatever feeling of abandonment you are feeling or have felt. Just know, you are a powerhouse! We were created to be God’s beautiful and powerful lovers and because of that we are despised by Satan and the realm of darkness.

So next time you feel abandoned in the midst of a wildfire in your own life and struggle to find the beauty and power you have deep in your soul, remember to read about God’s true heart in Jeremiah 30:16-17. As said in the book Captivating, “you really won’t understand your life as a woman or man until you understand this: You are passionately loved by the God of the universe and passionately hated by His enemy.”

You. Are. Passionately. Loved.


PS. This book I talk about is specified for women only, but today’s post is tailored towards each and every one of you. John writes a book for the men out there, that I guarantee is just as enjoyable as the book I am currently reading.

PPS. Please continue to pray for rain and support the events of Fort Mcmurray as there seems to be no sign of a decline in the fire.


Putting Life Into Drive

Throughout my whole life I’ve loved going on long drives down country roads and listening to feel-good, mood changing and ‘in the moment’ music. Am I the only one? Apparently not, says my favourite country station 106.7 – with your windows down, music playing and good company (in my case, my good companion – coffee from timmies) is one of many joyful pleasures people do when the weather gets more radiant.

I find that when I am on this joy ride, it isn’t necessarily pure joy, but rather a sense of fantastic and utter happiness because of a good circumstance I am currently embracing. My emotions get the best of me and I feel that this is the best way to disconnect from the world for a little while. Does this sound familiar to you?

Although these sound like great things, what happens when the joy ride is over? Do we connect back with the same old pattern of the world around us? I believe that sometimes these happy moments are actually perfect moments to renew our mind, whatever our emotions may be telling us in a state of happiness. As followers, we don’t live from the outside in, but rather we live from the inside out and that shines from our hearts and minds.

Okay… okay… are we still on the same page here? I’m sorry if I lost you in my ramble about a simple car ride, but it means so much more to me. It is said that the mind of Christ is a sound mind. But where do we begin? The mind – our thoughts, meditations and day dreams (not just on long drives). While reading my devotions, I read Romans 12:2 which says, “Do not conform to the pattern of this world, but be transformed by the renewing of your mind. Then you will be able to test and approve what God’s will is – His good, pleasing and perfect will.” Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying a drive down a dirt road will immediately renew your mind – any kind of change takes time!

Why do we need a renewed mind? It’s just like I mentioned in my first post, trimming the fat means keeping whats good and getting rid of the unnecessary.

Renewing our minds will bring JOY and not just the temporary happiness that the simple, soon to be over, car ride brings. How amazing would it be to feel that same happiness we feel on our drive every single day? He is the driver in our life that leads us into a place of deep fulfillment, purpose and peace. That continuous happiness and desire to “do more” we are able to grasp, is joy in disguise – whatever the circumstance. A big reminder I have to tell myself is that our minds become renewed when they line up with His. It’s still in the process for me, but the more I secure taking time to be with my thoughts and not relying on things of the world and the happiness it claims to offer, the more I realize I can only be satisfied by the renewal of God – our shepherd. What a wonderful feeling, huh?

A challenge for you this week is to try making a shift in gear. One thing I’ve been trying to do is head to bed earlier and wake up earlier so I can spend more time in the word and have something to encourage me throughout an unpredictable day. Just as a day can be held with mystery, so can our mind. You will be surprised what a renewing of your mind can do to your everyday adventures.

Safe drives… 😉