God, the Puzzle Maker

Purpose in a Puzzle

Purpose in a Puzzle

My husband is teaching a bible study series on fulfilling your purpose.  As he began to break down how God is the at the inception of purpose in each and every one of us, I began to think of God as a puzzle maker.

Puzzles have so many pieces that make up so many sections and once it’s completed it makes a beautiful picture. That is our puzzle of purpose.

God, the Puzzle Maker, created me and imparted elaborate pieces that make up the art piece of my life. Most of us start in the same place, with the border. We have a general idea of what direction we should go in, but we haven’t worked out the plan of how to get there. And even if we have worked out the plan of how to get there, every time we make moves, the pieces don’t fit.

Hence, the need for the Puzzle Maker.

We don’t pursue Him just to figure out what do with all of our pieces. We pursue Him for a relationship with Him and as we spend time with Him, the clearer things become for us, and the pieces that we’ve struggled to match up and put together, slowly start coming together.  Finally, we have a section completed. But there’s no time to relax, because the rest of the puzzle remains.

What does He do? He patiently leads us. He calmly instructs us. And then, we pick up another piece and begin another section.

I don’t think our puzzle of purpose is completed until the day we see Him face to face. We will hit snags as we try to put together the different sections of our lives, but if we “patiently endure”, the pieces will come together. The Puzzle Maker doesn’t make mistakes, but when we do, He’s there to show us how to navigate through the unending pile of pieces until we get back on track.

The artpiece of our lives can’t be completed without Him, and He’s faithful to complete what He’s started.

Toddler Diaries: Forgive Me for I Have Sinned

I know, it's bad.

I know, it’s bad.


Yes, I ate McDonalds. I blame it on my almost two year old.

It was one of those days. She refused to take a nap and she decided to have the no-nap meltdowns. Yes, that’s meltdowns with an “s”.  And she had them in quick succession.

It was in that moment I decided to take a drive. Now, I’ve heard parents talk about taking their kids for drive so they’ll fall asleep, but we had never tried it.  So I buckled her crying self into the car seat and started to drive.

Of course, as I start driving away from my house the hunger hits me. I didn’t eat. I’m pregnant, have a crying child in the backseat and I’m hungry. Not a good combination. That’s when I saw the golden arches. I said thank you Jesus and ate my chicken nuggets while Gia slept soundly in her car seat.

So to the world, there are reasons we have fast food. It’s for moms with toddlers. :)


My Worship Experience

From the moment I walked in, I knew I was in for an experience. As I stood in the worship service, I wept. As I sang the words on the big screen, I envisioned myself standing before Him, singing these words directly to Him:

Holy Holy Holy… Is the Lord



I couldn’t contain my gratitude. I couldn’t contain my awe of Him.  I couldn’t contain what was in my heart.

My worship experience ceased being an “experience”. It became an encounter. I struggle to find the words to truly and accurately describe what happened in that moment. I came into that sanctuary to offer something to Him, but in the end, I ended up with something I needed.

Later, I mentioned that if I wasn’t pregnant (with my belly starting to show), I would have been flat on my face at the altar (light humour to describe the position of my heart).

He met me in a moment of need that I couldn’t verbally express. He searched my heart and knew me… (Psalm 139:1)

Isn’t it amazing how He does that?

The Toddler Diaries

I feel like my life has been consumed by one healthy growing toddler, my daughter! The days of challenging me in public have begun. The days of 2 to 2 1/2 hour naps seem to be slipping away. She is asserting her independence. It’s a milestone for sure, but I’m not ready to accept that she is entering into this phase of growth. My baby is growing up! As I watch her  grow, I realize how blessed I am.

My baby posing!

My baby posing!

She’s still so young and moldable. As she comes into her own, I want her to be a woman of integrity and character. I want her to be known for the love of Christ that emanates from her. It seems like those things are quite a ways away, but I know that teaching her and showing her, even at this age, how to love people like Jesus does, is not in vain. I believe that she knows Jesus; she remembers Him from her time in heaven.  My prayer is that she chooses Him every day for the rest of her life.

What’s so crazy is that God loves me more than I love my daughter. I love her more than I thought I could ever love her, BUT He loves me more. What a crazy good love story!

Ode to Moms with a Toddler

My daughter broke my phone yesterday. She dropped it.  So this post is an ode to the life of a mom with a toddler.

One (1) thing I think should be introduced to the world: Mobile phone companies should offer special coverage for parents with kids under the age of two. :)

Three (3) things my toddler does that I think are kind of yucky:

1) Sneezes in my face 2) Eats vaseline 3) Poop explosions

Five (5) things my toddler does that I think are kind of wonderful:

1) Puts her head on my shoulder and wraps her little arms around me when I ask for a hug

2) She throws out her own diapers

3) She gives kisses with enthusiasm

4) She eats almost anything

5) She’s only smacked me in the face once

Two (2) things I pray over my toddler everyday: *I could have listed so many more…

1) That she discovers and desires a relationship with Jesus at a young age

2) That she fulfills her God-given purpose, not her mom or dad preferred purpose

To all the moms of toddlers out there, I think you’re amazing. On those tough days, remember that God’s grace is sufficient. On those great days, thank Him for His goodness. Enjoy the journey…

Giavana a couple weeks after she was born! She is 16 months old today! It's crazy!

Giavana a couple weeks after she was born! She is 16 months old today! It’s crazy!

It’s not a dream deferred. It’s a dream in progress.

I’m not really a poetry person, but there are some poems that have stayed with me over the years and this is one of them. It’s also one of my favourites:   A Dream Deferred, by Langston Hughes

What happens to a dream deferred?

Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore–
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over–
like a syrupy sweet?

Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.

Or does it explode?

What does this have to do with my discovery month? Everything. Poetry is a type of art that allows for subjective opinion. So this can mean one thing to me and another thing to you.What this meant to me 10 years ago is very different to what it means to me now.

As I prepared to graduate from university(approx. 10 yrs ago), this poem did its job. It lit a fire under me to make sure that I burst out of the post-secondary education scene with purpose and drive. I didn’t want to experience what this poem describes as a dream deferred. As a fresh graduate, I was full of dreams for the future. Little did I know that sometimes, in most cases, dreams are not immediately realized. It’s the daily experiences, the major decisions, and even some seemingly small decisions, that effect the fruition of my dreams. I’ve been learning ever since.

At this stage in my life, this poem represents hope. The passion that burns inside of me isn’t dying, it’s only burning brighter. The dreams birthed in my at a young age are still at the forefront of my mind. It’s not a dream deferred. It’s a dream in progress. I will live it and pursue it until the day I die. Notice I said “live it” first. I live my dream daily, because I see pieces of it everyday. It may not be the fullness of it yet, but I’m getting there.

Get off Autopilot!

My month of discovery is coming to an end, even though discovery itself never stops. :)

My discovery over the last couple weeks is a reminder of how very present Holy Spirit is in my daily life. It’s not that I forget; it’s that I should talk to Him some more. It’s interesting, because I know He’s there, I know He cares about even the little things, but yet I sometimes I put Him in a box. I pray and ask for answers. I ask him questions and expect Him to respond, and He does. But sometimes without even knowing it, it’s so easy to default to certain behaviours. Teaching ourselves to believe that we have to hear Him a certain way or be in a certain environment to receive from Him in any way. We don’t do it on purpose. Purposeful or not, an autopilot Christian is not living in the fullness of who God has called us to be, in this time and in this season. We have to change our thinking!

Living in autopilot spiritually, physically, mentally or emotionally isn’t healthy!!! It’s time to break out of the norm and experience the extraordinary! We have to imagine life without boundaries! We can’t box in the Holy Spirit! We can’t box in ourselves!

Discovery #(who knows), the Holy Spirit is ever present and so willing to do life with me. Let’s do this…

My daughter & her friends discovering the joys of sand. :)

My daughter & her friends discovering the joys of sand. :)