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{the days in between}

it’s late on friday night and all is dark…

easter weekend always leaves me a little undone. all of it.
every emotion and little sentence in scripture we so often overlook..
that He was God and fully in control.
yet human and fully feeling every single thing.
the betrayal from friends. the accusations. the ridicule.
at any time..  any time He could have revealed His power, if only just a little.
just enough to silence the lies. just enough to astound the mockers.
just enough to prove Himself to those watching.
and yet, He walked through with so much grace. so much love.
so much restraint and forgiveness. i can’t even.

there could have been other ways.
there were other ways.
He’s God, after all. He could do whatever He wanted.


but it’s this thought that won’t leave me –
that it was this path.
of grace. of forgiveness..
not just upon the cross but every step to that cross that the
Heavenly Father CHOSE for Him.
this was the storyline that would bring Him the most glory!

and this is it for you and i too.
whatever it is we’re going through. where we wish God would step in and save the day..
where we know He is more than capable.
when the pain is great and it makes no sense.
when all is dark and it seems all hope is gone.

this is the storyline He’s chosen for us!

and i always think of the day between the cross and the resurrection.
how must that have felt for those who believed? as night closed in after the cross.
the loss.
He had told them He would rise again but they didn’t really get it, did they?
for all they knew all they had been banking on was now lifeless in a tomb.

think of the “in between days” in your life..
when tragedy has struck. death of a dream. of a loved one.
heartbreak. rejection.
at first there’s so much faith.
others rally. you’ll be okay. you’re going to make it.
God will come through –
but the next day comes and He doesn’t.
or the next and the next and the next.
and you want to believe.
you’re waiting on the resurrection.
that time when God’s going to show up in such an obvious way and yet..
the saturday between friday and sunday seems to stretch on forever.
is God really still there?
when will that burst of light break forth and shatter the darkness?

and you sit. and wait. and wonder.

i don’t know why God doesn’t part more red seas.
why He doesn’t just split them wide open.
why He doesn’t change hearts like we pray He will.
bring husbands back home.
children restored.
loved ones healed.

but i’m seeing, and only just, that sometimes, no.. often times..
it’s the in-between days, the waiting and crying out and questioning.
these are the times we draw closer.
these are the times His realness is most revealed in us.
it’s in the upper rooms and the gardens and at the foot of the cross.
the process that leads us to the resurrection.
this is the true hope.
when everything is falling apart and we hold on.
when everything seems ruined and we still believe.
when everything seems lost and yet, there is peace.

though the days between may seem endless –
and the resurrection, that it will never come.
that the enemy has won.

oh, girlfriend! he hasn’t!!!


no matter where you’re at. or what you’re going through.
no matter the pain.
that thing that seems so much bigger and more powerful than you.

there is One greater still.

and though we might not always understand His ways we can trust His heart towards us.
He’s walked this path ahead of us.
He is acquainted with ALL our grief. all.of.it.
He doesn’t just know. He gets it.

He knows what it’s like to pray and plead for a different outcome.
He knows what it feels like to be abandoned. misunderstood. misrepresented.
rejected. totally alone.

every part of you that hurts – He feels.

every part of you that is broken – He heals.

every part of you that is afraid – He transforms.

it’s what He came to do – the whole point of it all.. to SAVE.

and oh, how we need saving!


were it not for these in-between days would we ever truly know
the full joy of resurrection?
without the broken heart would we know His nearness?
without the questions would we press in as close?
without the silence would we have to believe in something beyond our feelings?
even beyond our faith at times because our faith is so often weak.
would we really come to know Him in that way that only comes in being still?
when we just let go and collapse at His side.
when we stop trying to figure it out. conjure up faith. be strong. and just be still.
and though nothing changes externally, everything changes internally.
and this. this is what those in-between days are all about.

because it is in the darkest times we see light like never before.
the hard that brings out what our hearts are made of.
there is purpose in it all.
beauty intertwined throughout.

and i’m convinced more and more that He is far more interested in what
my circumstances are revealing in me than rescuing me from those circumstances.

it is in being redeemed that we best show His resurrection glory to others.
that His power prevails over even the deepest pain.

who else could do that?
who else offers that kind of hope? that kind of a future?
only the kind of God that came back from the dead to show us..
no matter what it SEEMS.
no matter what it FEELS.
no matter what it LOOKS like.

He has won.

He stands triumphant over it all.

your life. your marriage. your children. your home. your church. your cancer.
your divorce. your abuse. your confusion. your loneliness. your financial problems.
your fear. your future.

He’s not up in heaven wringing His hands over you. trying to figure it all out.
He’s already figured it out.
He’s got this.
He’s got you.
and He went to the cross to show you just how much.

so in those times you’re not so sure.
when you don’t really see how any of it is making sense..
when the in-between days stretch on and on and you wonder where He is.
oh, He’s there. He’s working. He’s aware.
the story doesn’t change. ever!
sunday is coming!


and He loves you.


We sing hallelujah
We sing hallelujah
We sing hallelujah
The Lamb has overcome

happy easter, friends. xo

{a little of easter}


spring banner from book pages on burlap twine – easy. fast. free decorations!

easter weekend broke glorious in weather.
i was worried because only five days earlier we had woke to snow!
i envisioned the kids hunting for easter eggs in snow suits and mitts –
or, as ben suggested, we could just throw a bunch of white eggs out in the backyard.
now that would have been a hunt!!

but. typical canadian bipolar weather, by sunday it was sunny and green and a pleasant 60 degrees.



once again we had our traditional easter meal, inviting friends whose families are not near.
or, sometimes just friends we like to have near us! even if they do have family here.

i started doing this a few years ago-
after a family in the church had invited us to their home our first easter here.
it had meant so much to have a place to go when everyone else is gathering with their family.
when you live far from your family you never stop missing them, but on holidays, it seems especially so.

i want to take the things i’ve felt.
the emotions. the homesickness.
and be able to turn what can often be a temptation to self pity
into a desire to minister to others who may be feeling the same. ~

i believe with all my heart that’s why God has us walk certain paths that we do..
more than the lesson He’s teaching us, it’s also to use those things to truly develop in us a heart for others.

it is one thing to sympathize – to put yourself in someone else’s shoes.
but to empathize – to have stood in the exact same shoes.
that’s completely different.

simple rainy day craft.. glitter dipped feathers.

hospitality has never been a strong point of mine.
i can be a bit of a loner which surprises a lot of people and i like my space!
my husband is the one that’s actually encouraged me in this area..
talking often of growing up and having memories of lots of company and big meals and crammed tables of people.
i think it’s what helped give him the servants spirit that he has – the friendliness and warmth.
i see the ease in which he interacts with people, his ability to make everyone feel accepted and welcomed and i think..
i want to be like that!

but always. without fail. whenever i have people over –
though i might stress beforehand or wish i had never asked! ha.
one thing, i never regret it!!
no matter how you feel it seems you can’t escape the principle of life that when you give you get.
you set out to minister and find in the end, you’re the one who’s been ministered to.


i hadn’t planned on coloring eggs this year.
{which i came across this old blog post the other day and thought it was funny –
and a good reminder to me again of checking my motives for why i do what i do.}
but when emma, whose my arts and crafty one, gave me the big eyes of, “really?”
i told her we’d try to dye eggs the natural way – like i’d read about somewhere earlier in the week.

we only tried two ways, since those are the ingredients i had.
but they turned out so neat.

1/4 red cabbage cut into chunks. boiled. then 2 tbsp of vinegar = robin’s egg blue.

1 cup grape juice. 1 tsp vinegar = lavender/gray



i will say if you decide to try this next year you might want to put them in the
dying solution about six months prior to easter!!!
it took a LONG time for the eggs to color.

the grape juice eggs probably took about 3 hours to turn the color we eventually got.
and the red cabbage ones – well they were white the whole day and i thought for sure it was just a dye job fail.
but we came back the next morning and wa-la!! we had blue eggs!!

they’re my favorites.


the coolest thing to me was that every single egg, even though in the exact same solution –

turned out just slightly different.
the blue even had a hint of green on some! and the white painted marks? totally natural!

i love discovering little hidden secrets like this~
reminds me of what an intricate Creator we have and the creativity and thought behind all He has made!!

i told emma who would have thought that from an old red cabbage could come this beautiful shade of blue –
and we talked about what is IN something, someone, being where the true beauty is found!


after church we snapped some family pics in the living room.
i know everyone must think that because we take alot of pictures in our family my kids are used to it
and just cooperate nicely –
nothing of the sort!!
every attempt at family pictures is always a crazy, chaotic experience.
everyone talking at once. everyone telling the other what to do. what not to do.
to scoot over. get off my skirt.
how many more, mom?
dad, make him stop!!!


i used to get so frustrated with it all – okay, i still do, but not nearly like i used to.
now i laugh it off easier and try to just roll with the punches.
every time i look at a picture i instantly think of all that was taking place during it –
i can hear the voices in my head. the loudness. the bickering. the laughter.
and it makes me smile
i imagine myself an old lady someday sitting for hours cackling over every shot – recalling the memories!


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“So come the Monday after Resurrection Sunday..
and now we get to be the Resurrection People:
we get to believe that hope rises from dead places,
that impossible stones can be rolled away,
that all the sad things are becoming undone.
We are the Resurrection People
& Hosanna is our song!”
ann voskamp


favorite shot from the weekend.

{the in between days}


no matter how many times i’ve heard the story and know the outcome..
i find the pendulum of my heart always swinging from the soberness of good friday to the anticipation of sunday.

but this morning i woke thinking,
“what about Saturday? the day in between?”
aren’t these the toughest to get through?

when there has been a death – to dreams. to a business. a marriage. a family. a future…
the life you thought you’d have.
those days you feel you’ll never survive, make it through, but when you do, what then?
when reality sets in and hope runs faint.
when you know there is a sunday coming. of victory. of resurrection. but you wonder..

and i think of the disciples, how they must have felt after the Lord’s death.
they knew His promise.. heard it with their own ears, that He would rise again.
and yet i’m sure that day in between was the longest ever.
when everything they had been taught and believed hung in the balance.
when the sunday dawn seemed it would never come.

these are the days where most of us live – the days in between.
coming from one into the other.. turning as book pages in the wind.
and though past hurts and deaths grow faint it’s always the question of what we’ll do with now.

i’m sure the disciples wondered why Christ couldn’t have risen on the 2nd day.
why the 3rd?
why that day in between?

but, isn’t it those days that test what we believe most?
here where our faith lasso’s to both ends –
of death, of victory,
and is pulled to its tightest and strengthened.

when we question all we’ve known. what we’ve heard. grown up with.
and it seems not much has changed in human nature in 2000 years –
“is He really who He says He is? can i trust Him?”
as we sit in our rooms of doubt and fears, same as the disciples.

those in between days when we want so desperately to believe that there is resurrection ahead
but death cuts sharp, even shocking and we’re left with empty hands and face bent, “but, Lord?”
and the enemy’s seeming victory weighs heavy. the friday of deaths hard to bear.


how many times have i found myself just like the disciples. hiding. fearful. faith so dim.
the in between days i never thought i’d get through.

but i love what sunday brings…

the promise fulfilled. the grave empty. death defeated. victory won.
and my favorite part – a Saviour coming after us!

the morning the women discovered the tomb was empty i’ve wondered,
“why didn’t Jesus just wait for them there?” He knew they were coming!
and it makes me smile because it is always this way..
a Saviour seeking us. pursuing us!
and who did He come to first.
a woman! mary magdalene.
someone who i’m sure knew a thing or two about death. about the days in between.
and then his disciples.
those waiting. those fearful. those tainted with pasts. and weak in faith.
these are the ones He went looking for.

and even thomas. oh, how i love that doubting thomas.
when even days later and still he did not believe what he had heard.. he had to see it for himself.
it is one of my favorite scenes in the Bible.
the Lord’s invitation to thomas to touch his scars.

to come closer.

not turned off by his doubt. his wondering. his lack of “godliness.” his humanness.
but welcomed him – just.as.he.was.

“reach your hand here, put it in my side…”

and isn’t that just like Him?

on those in between days though it seems all is lost. that his word isn’t true. that hope is gone.

it is never!

He is always coming after us.

in our rooms of doubt.
in our rooms of fear.
of sin.
of immorality.
of rebellion.
of bitterness.
of addiction.
of abuse.
of pain.
of death.
of dreams dashed.

He meets us where we are. and whispers, “come to my side.”



and what religion in the world has a God like that?

not one worshipped from afar. but one we can draw near and know and call, “Abba, Father.”

none other but our God!

the God of Fridays – when all is dark.
the God of Sundays – when victory comes.
and the God of all the days in between.


there is hope.

because of Him.