Winds of Change

If you have followed my blog since January, you’ll know that the Lord has been doing a lot in our family, with things really getting started when my husband and I took the Married for Life course. Many events took place then but the most life changing was our commitment to pray for one another daily. The months before January were us settling into our new role as parents, but God was starting to say that times were changing yet again.

For me personally the Lord has taken me on a journey with the Power of a praying wife and parent books. He began to lay scripture on my heart concerning his will for our lives. You can read about that here.

In that same previous post I talked about giving up the control of our lives to God and giving him permission to put things on Andrew’s heart that maybe weren’t what I thought we should be doing. I had my own thoughts on what our ministry together should look like.

As the Lord placed a call in Andrew’s heart, it scared me at first, but it didn’t take long for him to pour the same excitement and passion into me.

It is with bittersweet feelings that I inform my dear readers of where the Lord has directed us. As of August 15th, we will be moving to Moose Jaw to join the team at Hillcrest Apostolic Church as youth pastors.

I say bittersweet because I will deeply miss my current church family and the many friends that we have made over the years. The memories that we have made in Regina will always be deep within my heart. But it is wonderfully sweet since my lifelong dream has been to enter into full-time ministry with my husband, and God has so clearly directed us to this exciting new venture. The opportunities to minister to youth and their families and to be involved in Moose Jaw’s incredible youth centre are simply invaluable.

Andrew is done his carpentry job that he has done for years in two weeks, then we intern for a month, then move. It’s funny how when God’s timing is right, the wheels suddenly get turning. Three weeks ago we had NO IDEA how life would be changing.

Yours prayers for our family are deeply appreciated. We are filled with the two extremes of sheer excitement and uncertain nervousness. The number one prayer for this moment is that our house would sell quickly and for the price that God knows we need (not simply what we desire).

I look forward to sharing pieces of this journey with you.


The Grass is Always Greener

Watching a little child can reveal a lot about our true human instincts. They are unguarded in what they do. For example, my son always wants what I am eating. We can have the absolute, exact same thing, and he refuses his and whines for mine. If someone else has a toy, he wants it. If Andrew comes home and hugs me, Caleb uses his chubby little arms to separates us, wanting our undivided attention.

That “the grass is greener on the other side of the fence” mentality is certainly not isolated to babies and little children. I fall into the trap of this on a regular basis, desiring what someone else has and then when I get it, it loses its glimmer. I think my most recent example of this in my own life was when we bought our Ipad. We made a decision to purchase it because we needed a second computer, but agreed that the Ipad was a cheaper option.

The truth is though I had definitely been jealous of all the big bloggers who do so much with their Ipads. I was sure that once I got one my blog was going to be infused with new life.

Needless to say, the same things that were in the way of my blog being a priority in my life were still there, even with the new Ipad.

The bible warns us about coveting.

“You must not covet your neighbor’s wife. You must not covet your neighbor’s house or land, male or female servant, ox or donkey, or anything else that belongs to your neighbor

Deuteronomy 5:21

For me this could say

“You must not covet your friends Ipad, expensive make up, new clothes, 7-seater SUV, or anything else that belongs to her.”

The lusts of our flesh are never satisfied. Our human desire for more just increases.

I was shocked to hear this week that since the explosion of Facebook and other social media sites, there has been a huge increase in the number of adulterous affairs. Usually it is because a married person reconnects with a ex-boyfriend/girlfriend or someone they had a crush on. Through reconnecting with them, and allowing themselves to think on what they don’t have, they leave their spouse.

The one story I heard broke my heart as a man in his sixties had his wife of nearly forty years leave him for a highschool sweetheart after reconnecting on Facebook.

Watching Caleb in such a straightforward way model desiring what we don’t have, my eyes have been reopened to my own covetous nature. I certainly do not want to be an example to Caleb of a woman who is discontent, always wanting more and never being satisfied.

What starts out with the little things plant seeds that lead to big things.

James 1:14-15 says

But each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed by his own desire. Then desire when it has conceived gives birth to sin, and sin when it is fully grown brings forth death.

Death can come in many forms, whether it be physical death, relational death, spiritual death or another sort. My heart breaks at the thought of my own undisciplined self causing death of relationship to come in my family. I pray that my family and I can avoid the trap for more and the constant want of more stuff, thrills or highs.

As we seek first the Kingdom of God, all the other things that the Lord knows we need will be added to us. And sometimes he even grants us the special desires of our heart!


Soaking Up The Sunshine

This weekend we spent almost every moment we could outside. After not being able to go outside much last summer, we are taking advantage of the warm weather. 

Last year, when Caleb was a newborn, we weren’t able to go outside without him severely overheating. He would break out instantly in a heat rash, even if he was just in a diaper, and we were warned that having him outside would be put him at a risk of brain damage.

After a very long winter of pregnancy, it was hard to watch summer slip by out our front window. As winter started up again, I knew I would have to be purposefully involved in activities to not feel continually house bound.

Thankfully Caleb has outgrown that overheating condition already and he simply loves being outdoors. In fact, I think we are making up for last year since if he is ever inside he points, grunts and whines until we go out to play!

It’s funny the things you can take for granted. I can honestly say I am so thankful for every walk, outing and extended backyard play time. The freedom to soak up the sun is marvelous, and it’s a joy to watch Caleb discover the bugs, sticks, grass, birds, trees, pine cones and everything else that we spend our days exploring. This is such a fun stage with him!

There are many verses that come to mind, but a Psalmist always seems to be able to express the majestic splendor of creation better than anyone.

You take care of the earth and water it,
    making it rich and fertile.
The river of God has plenty of water;
    it provides a bountiful harvest of grain,
    for you have ordered it so.
You drench the plowed ground with rain,
    melting the clods and leveling the ridges.
You soften the earth with showers
    and bless its abundant crops.

You crown the year with a bountiful harvest;

    even the hard pathways overflow with abundance.
 The grasslands of the wilderness become a lush pasture,
    and the hillsides blossom with joy.
 The meadows are clothed with flocks of sheep,
    and the valleys are carpeted with grain.
    They all shout and sing for joy!

Psalm 65:9-13 (NLT)

May you have a wonderful summer enjoying this beautiful world that the Lord created and sustains. May you make lasting memories that will warm your heart through the long cold winter!

My Radio Interview

I have listened to a lot of interviews over the course of my life. Many times I’ve heard someone share the new book they have written, or the new ministry they have launched. Often their life is an intriguing story with many ups and down, with at least one climactic moment.

Having always had a vivid imagination, I have to admit that I often think of my life in terms of an interview. Sort of a view from the future as it were. When I have come to what I believe are defining moments in my life I can hear the interviewer say to me,

“Monica, tell our listeners what ran through your mind when you opened the curtains and saw your backyard engulfed with flames.”

So this is the moment where I choose what I am going to get out of the situation. In my fantasy world I explain the many parallels of the fire and my faith.I bring hope and encouragement to the many people hanging on the edge of their seats listening to my story.

Then my mind usually does the flip side interview. This is when I don’t exalt God in my feelings at all, I emphasize fear, worry and anger towards the Lord. No one gets anything out of my story, and are perplexed as to how a bitter middle-aged woman landed a radio interview.

Perhaps these wilds imaginations are not apart of your everyday life, but I get swept away from the real world quickly into these made up situations.

I might never write a book, I might never be interviewed, I might never share any of my life with anyone in far-reaching places, but this little interview world has taught me a lot.

I have processed many difficult situations from the seat at the microphone. I have analyzed my life story to this point as one that can very well bring glory to the Lord. This same story can also steal glory from God depending on the angle I choose to look at it from.

If you were interviewed, sharing your story, what would the discussion go like? What was the defining moment in your life that caused you to fall on your knees and accept Christ’s salvation? What heartbreak happened to force you out of your comfort zone and reach out to someone else? What tragedy showed you the depth of God’s love? What miracle left you in awestruck wonder?

Maybe you aren’t drawn to the high drama of an exciting life. I know I kind of play mine up a bit in my mind sometime (I am truly a kindred spirit to Anne Shirley). I can get lost in a different realm apart from reality, and my husband assures me that we actually don’t need more drama in the house!

Whatever your personality, the question remains the same. What message does your story bring?

Psalm 71:15-18

My mouth will tell of your righteous acts, of your deeds of salvation all the day, for their number is past my knowledge. With the mighty deeds of the Lord God I will come; I will remind them of your righteousness, yours alone. O God, from my youth you have taught me, and I still proclaim your wondrous deeds. So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, until I proclaim your might to another generation, your power to all those to come.

Keep sharing your testimony and telling of the great thing God has done for you! If a situation comes along that is challenging, try to purpose to learn some thing from it and let it impact you for eternity.



Choosing to pray certain scriptures over my family has been a very interesting journey. The bible says that the word of God is living and active. Our lives have become living and active to a completely new level since I embarked on praying these scriptures out. One of the scriptures I have tried to pray daily comes from Colossians 1:9

We ask God to give you complete knowledge of his will and to give you spiritual wisdom and understanding.

Praying for God to reveal his will to us seemed like an obvious thing to do. What Christian would say they do not want to be in God’s will?

As I have watched God reveal pieces of his plan to us, I have realized that I have had a bit of an agenda with God. There have been things on my heart that weren’t necessarily on his heart for right now. As I’ve prayed for gifts, dreams and visions to be stirred up within Andrew, I think I was expecting that they would all be my dreams and visions.

This past week I have been on a learning curve of giving my agenda back to God. I’ve cried and felt frustrated as I’ve wrestled with God, trying to convince Him that I really do have a good plan. In the end He always seems to win in my life, and that I’m very thankful for.

Actually opening up your heart and asking God to change you can be a scary process. Maybe scarier for your spouse than for you! There have been days lately where I feel like I’m going backwards.

Our bedroom always seems to be the very last priority of things to clean around the house. As much as I long for the relaxed environment of a clean room, I find that the areas that other people see are the areas that I focus on first. Whenever I do finally clean our room, it often gets messier before it gets clean.

That’s how things are in my heart right now. There has been some deeply rooted “weeds” in my heart that the Lord is uprooting. Some days I feel like there are weeds laying all over, but soon they’ll be burned up.

A deep root within me is simply control of my life. This entire year seems to have been focused on that as God asked us to put our house up for sale, and then take it off the market, as our garage burned down, and other big life events. Things have been completely out of my control, and I’ve watched God come in and take over, performing some incredible miracles. Control is so far out of my hands. I know deep within me I want God’s will to be done more than my own, so I choose to stay committed to praying HIS word over my life, instead of my own words.

Lord, reveal your will to us. Give us spiritual wisdom and understand. Give us the patience and endurance we need. Allow us to produce fruit as we serve you. And can we know you better and fall more in love with you as we walk this path of life? (adapted from Colossians 1)


Playground Possibilities

The opportunities that I have had to meet moms and talk to them about Jesus, becoming a mom, marriage and life in general has been overwhelming since I have had Caleb. My favourite place for possible connection is the playground. There are a lot of moms there for the same reason as me, trying to get a break from the overwhelming demands of home to be in a place where kids can be mostly self entertained.

This is a perfect place to seek some conversation. Today I met a wonderful woman who has been in Canada for two years from Russia. We had such an amazing conversation as she told me about her life as a mom of three with one on the way.

The kids played and we talked about the many differences between life in Russia and life in Canada. Although her english was good, it was a challenge to communicate, and I totally enjoyed working hard to explain words to her and using other methods of non verbal communication.

Across the language barrier, the unity of motherhood brought us together as we pulled rocks out of our toddlers mouths, laughed together at the differences in kids and comforted one another regarding the tough days.

She had a deep compassion in her eyes that impacted me. She said to me in her thick Russian accent, “in my country, if I don’t know you, we don’t talk. If someone came to me I’d think, what do they want? But you talk to me and I didn’t feel scared.”

We parted ways, waving and smiling, and I prayed for my new friend Gallina. I’m thankful that her three year old boy grabbed her one year old son and brought him to Caleb saying “another baby, another baby!”, which instantly brought the connection. I’m thankful that for once I didn’t shy away from an opportunity to talk to a mom for fear I was being intrusive or that my conversation was unwanted. I was blessed so much by our little playground discussion.

I hope to see this dear woman again at the park and to continue to build relationship with her. She has a lot she could teach me as a calm, patient, busy mom. And I can offer her friendship, something she says she does not have in this country.


I am absolutely loving this stage of life with Caleb and the freedom it brings to talk with so many. I would never have imagined that one little boy would be an entry point in to the hearts and lives of so many.


I hope this summer brings many playground possibilites to encourage others and offer them the hope that we have!



I feel like I have too much stuff. As we think about what God has for our lives, and the possibility of moving comes up, I panic about packing up my house.

Why? Because I have stuff that is holding me down. Stuff that I don’t need.

God has been releasing me from my stuff lately. Some of my stuff was burned away, other things have been wrecked by water in our basement. Through it, I’m learning to let it all go. Stuff is seeming less important.

How much do I need? What do I need? How many clothes is reasonable? What’s excessive?

I have a lot of thoughts, but not a lot of answers at the moment.

Even if we don’t move, I want to be freed up from this feeling of stuff.

How do you keep stuff from becoming a latch that ties you down?

Feel free to weigh in, I’m going to be freeing myself of some items real soon.

“First, help me never to tell a lie. Second, give me neither poverty nor riches! Give me just enough to satisfy my needs.” Proverbs 30:8





Let The Little Ones

This week I was reunited with one of my pastors from when I was a little girl. My conversation with him became the highlight of my entire time away. He told me that he had great joy in seeing me serve the Lord, because since I was a child I was on his heart and he prayed for me, believing that I would make it through the struggles and challenges he knew in his heart that I would have to face.

I have not seen this man since I was 9 years old and he has continued to pray for me. I was so blown away.

Over the years I have had many leaders and older christians come to me and say essentially the same thing. That I was placed on their heart and they’ve been praying for me. I know there was a battle for my life, that the enemy wanted to crush my spirit, but the Lord raised up men and women to war on my behalf for my salvation.

At church yesterday, our lead pastor spoke about baby dedications and the church’s involvement in the lives of kids. He asked if we could make room for children, and allow them to grow, have fun and be supported. He took a baby in his arms and committed to being there for him, and being a positive, godly influence on his life.

As I have been thinking about this, I’ve asked myself what would have happened if those people who prayed for me, would have ignored what was being placed on their hearts. What would have happened to me if they had brushed me off as “only a child”? What would have happened if they prayed for me once, then when I was out of their lives, forgot about me?

I don’t know what would have happened, but I know that I want to be obedient to praying for a child. Not simply my own kids, since that is easy to be burdened for, but for whoever the Lord asks me to commit to pray for.

What if we could see an entire generation of kids raised up to be anointed, empowered, equipped leaders because us a little bit older than them took the time to pray for them? Would we do it?

My hearts cry is that people would be burdened to pray for my son. That Caleb’s destiny would be fought for by men and women who love the Lord. I hope that he has many godly people he looks up to and wants to be like.

The leaders that had the most impact on me as child, were the ones that took the time to talk to me. I remember my senior pastor in Nanaimo, BC, patiently answering the questions of an 8-year-old girl wrestling with why I needed to pray if God knows my thoughts. He is still a man who I deeply love and respect today.

I am thankful beyond what words can even describe for the people who God has brought into my life. I know that I do not simply receive it for my own purposes, but so that I can do the same for others.

2 Corinthians 1:3-4 says

All praise to God, the Father of our Lord Jesus Christ. God is our merciful Father and the source of all comfort. He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.

As the Lord brought comfort to my soul through the prayers of many saints, so I now must be an instrument of comfort to the many kids who will not have some one fighting for their salvation.


All praise and glory be to the One who orders our steps and watches over our lives!


Guest Blogger: The Finite Reality of Life

Today I’m excited to welcome David Whitrow to be one of my guest bloggers for while I have been away this week! Please check out his blog


The Finite Reality of Life

Life is limited. We only have 24 hours in a day, seven days in a week. No matter what you do you can’t add or subtract from that time. We all get the same amount. Each moment is valuable because of the simple fact that each breath we take is one closer to our last. My intent is not to be morbid but rather to inspire those around me to live each day to its fullest.

Think for a moment how much of your life is spent in negative thoughts and situations. For me the largest stress in my life is my debt load. I have expended countless hours figuring out how to juggle everything I owe and get all my payments paid on time. That is until I got fed up with it all and made a conscious decision to change my life.

Those of you have followed my blog you will know that I am devoted to getting out of debt and I write this I am nearing the end of that journey. You see by the end of this month I will be completely consumer debt free. I will still have a mortgage but credit cards, credit lines, student loans all that kind of stuff are GONE! AND I AM PUMPED!!!!

When I started down this road to financial freedom, my major motivation was the natural freedom that I was attaining. The bible says in Proverbs 22: 7 “The rich rules over the poor, and the borrower is the slave of the lender.” If you know me you know that I have a heart for adventure specifically through mission and ministry after missing out a great missions opportunity I realized that because I owed credit card companies money I was not free to live the life that Christ had waiting for me and if I ever wanted to step into what God wanted for me I had better wake up and take better care of my finances. And so that’s where my focus and journey began.

Now about 8 months later I am reaching my freedom in the natural and I am realizing a greater spiritual freedom than I could have imagined.

Consider this, how much time to you spend each day wondering how you are going to pay bill x or credit card y. Now imagine what happens when that fear is gone. What kind of opportunity does that open up? Our lives are finite which means every moment spent stressing over unpaid bills is a moment we can never have back. It’s a moment that we couldn’t spend enjoying the good things in life.

I am excited for this new season of life. I think about how much I obsess about finances and am so eager to be able to take all that wasted energy and move it to the things that fill me up. What revelations does God have for me now that I no longer have thoughts competing with His attention? What inspiration has been there right on the tip of my brain unable to be worked through because attention and energy has been diverted for so long?

In closing, all of the above is born out of a realization that I was making short term choices that were having negative impacts on my long term happiness. And so I ask what choices are you making today that are stopping you from living in the fullness of what God has for you tomorrow? Is today the day you draw your line in the sand and say enough, to grab a hold of all that Christ has for you? I hope it is because really life is just to short to live without thinking about tomorrow.


David Whitrow

Guest Post: Jessica Peters

Thanks to Jessica Peters for today’s special guest post! 



My name is Jessica Peters and I am a friend of Monica’s , who I got to know through the Masters Commission program in Regina SK. We were roommates for 8 months, and I was privileged to get to know and spend time, with such a wonderful person 🙂

So, a little bit about me. I am a MK (missionary kid) and also a PK (Pastors kid) and have lived on the mission field with my family, for the last 12 ½ years. The majority of my childhood memories take place in the little village I live in, that is pretty in much the middle of nowhere…..

I absolutely love living on the mission field, and even though I was back in Canada for bible school, I knew that I was called to stay in Guatemala on a long-term basis, serving the people of this community.

Many of you may be asking what I do, so I will tell you!

I am en ESL teacher in the five elementary schools that my parents run. Yes, five schools! I teach grades 4-7 in each school. Meaning, I spend all 5 days of the week going from school to school, teaching 450 students a little bit of English. The kids are wonderful and lots of fun!

Because I live in a third world country, every day I am surrounded by poverty. Each of my students come from very poor families, and have never known what it´s like to live in abundance. Many of them come to school hungry, and the only meal they eat all day, is the one they receive at school, some black beans, rice and corn tortillas.

But the thing that gets me every time, is the thankfulness I see in their hearts. Every day, when I am in the kitchen at the different schools, serving hundreds of plates full of some plain black beans and some white rice, I listen to each child say ¨thank you¨ as they line up to get their food. And it´s not just a ¨thank you¨ that is said out of etiquette, they truly are thankful for what they are receiving.

I thank God for the opportunity to be constantly living in an environment that reminds me of how much I need to be thankful for. I have a roof over my head, shoes on my feet and hot meals on my table each day. I have clothes that aren´t dirty and covered in holes. I have a mom and dad who love me and treat me well, which is more than I can say for many of my students.

As North Americans, we are so blessed by what we have, and yet, so many times we take it for granted. God has given us so much to be thankful for, and I pray that I will always remember how blessed I am.

So to all of you who are reading this, I just want to encourage you to take a moment to look around you, and see the things that God has blessed you with. To thank him for the country you were born in, and for the opportunities you were given. May you continue to use them for His glory and for His Kingdom.


May God bless you,




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Becoming a Dad and Being a Dad Are Different Things

Today is a very special “Fatherhood Friday”. I want to thank my guest blogger Josh Chalmers for his vulnerability, openness and honesty. I know that you will be blessed by his words, and I encourage you to check out his blog:





Becoming a Dad and Being a Dad Are Different Things


When your wife gets pregnant, it starts a new season in your life—a season of anticipation. If you are like me, you likely don’t have the same kind of burning desire your wife does to have a kid. After all, most people don’t make parenting out to be a very appealing prospect. Think about the last time you heard new parents talk about their experience, what always seems to stand out are sleepless nights and bleary-eyed days, endless crying, and diapers full of strange colored poop. So when I am fully honest, I can’t say I was especially pumped when I found out Laura was pregnant.


My lack of excitement about this new season lasted quite a while; which is why I’m grateful babies don’t arrive instantly via a stork, but take a while to arrive.  I remember thinking, at least I have a full nine months to get used to the idea of my life radically changing. This was good but faulty logic. As soon as the announcement of your pregnancy is made public, everyone conspires to keep the immanent arrival of your baby in your face with helpful comments like: “If you don’t like babies now, you will when its your own!” or, “You are going to be sooo tired…” or the most helpful, “Enjoy your freedom right now, because you’re not going to have any for 18 years!!!”


When did my attitude change? It wasn’t when the doctor said, “It’s a girl!” or the so called magical moment when I got to hold her. Under normal circumstances, these moments might have flipped some kind of happiness or awe switch inside me, but our daughter was whisked away to NICU because of a birth defect in her esophagus. The day following her birth she had to have surgery, and she stayed in the hospital for 2 full weeks. It was so surreal, especially since we weren’t allowed to hold her for the first week. This experience didn’t make things any easier. When we finally brought her home I felt so relieved, but not excited.


When we got home the anticipation was over; it was time to try to enjoy this new season. I can’t say it suddenly got any easier; in fact, all the pre-game mental warmups I had performed did nothing to prepare me for the changes to our lifestyle. Some of the things people said about sleep were accurate, but I was never a walking zombie watching myself from outside my own body like other new fathers describe. My wife found it easier to have our daughter in bed with her for nursing, so she gave me the freedom to sleep downstairs, explaining that I was the one who had to work in the morning. When I talk to other new fathers most have expressed surprise at this arrangement, which makes me very grateful for my wife’s sacrifice—they do say misery loves company. Nevertheless, I did my share by staying up with our daughter until midnight or 1:00 AM when she couldn’t sleep at night; which was quite frequent in the first three months. This period was the hardest for me, because I felt like I should be so excited, and so in love with my little girl, but I just wasn’t.


It was even harder when I compared my emotions to my wife’s. She seemed to find it easy to express love for our daughter, whereas it always felt forced for me. I mostly kept these kinds of thoughts to myself, but my excitement started to grow not as a result of interacting with my daughter—at least not at first. My excitement to be a father sparked when my wife would make comments like, “I love watching how gentle you are with our baby,” or she would ask “Aren’t you so excited to take your daughter out for dates when she is older?” These moments were great because they built my confidence, and affirmed that my wife was seeing me as a capable and trustworthy father.


But after my baby started smiling at me something happened inside my heart—real joy at being a father sprouted. Once your baby is able to return your love, and celebrates your presence, you can’t help but get excited to see them. The first smile happens around three months, and the first laugh happens around six months! Now its hard to remember not being excited about being a father. The first few months might feel long, but trust me, it doesn’t take long for things to seem normal.


Now there are so many bright moments I could never go back. My favorite time of day is when I come home from work and my daughter is so excited that she practically hyperventilates with joy. Other great moments include playing during bath times, when she falls asleep on my chest (especially if my wife wasn’t able to calm her down), memorizing books like Moo, Baa, La La La together with my wife, seeing the grandparents loving on my daughter is more fun than I could have ever expected, reading my wife’s blog, and watching her develop in her giftings and enjoying being at home as a mother. Although becoming a father wasn’t easy for me, being a father is awesome!


If you are struggling with becoming a father, the following book resonated with my experience and helped me cope with my emotions (and lack thereof): David Jacobsen’s Rookie Dad: Thoughts on First-Time Fatherhood –  (please use this link on your blog, because if anyone buys this book, I will get a percentage of the sale).


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