He has changed my life.

So, I admit it. A much as I want to do well on my Bio Diploma tomorrow, I had to take a break from studying.
...and I hadn't actually written a blog in a Loooong time.
(I wonder if anyone's actually reading them still, oh well I'll talk to myself, that's nothing new eh?)

So I don't even know how long it's been, but I'm sure an insurmountable number of events have occurred since I last was at this keyboard on this website, exposing my brain...
Something will be different this time, I hope not just to reveal a piece of my brain, or even a chunk of my heart, but this will, if all goes well, release the entity of my soul.

In late May, my life changed forever, and so much for the better! Edmonton hosted the annual YC Generation conference. Aspen Ridge Youth Group, now including me as a regular member, yay(!), trekked off to praise our Creator; the one, the only God; Jesus Christ; or as this year's theme reminds us, our King! On the first night we spent our time in Rexall Place, listening to speakers and bands, who wholly enriched my life and gave me a pleasant smack upside the head. Mike Pivilachi asked any of us in the audience who were feeling set apart from God to stand up and be taken by him, to hand our lives into his control. I stood up. I didn't know why I was standing up though, because I had gone to church all my life and thought I had already accepted Jesus into my life, well obviously I hadn't before, because I have never felt so enriched and blessed than I have felt in the past 2 weeks. That one brave act has changed my life dramatically. For one thing, possibly the most important at this time in my life, it allowed Ally and I to finally connect over Church.

Now, I find this ironic in a way, becuase the two of us were introduced to each other at church at such a young age and have been attending ever since. But, this was the first time I had really been introduced to God. I felt as if I had been immersed into something so over my head that I wasn't sure I would be able to continue on with the intensity, however, at the same time I knew that this was where I was supposed to be. Sharing stories of miracles, praising, loving. Living out the mission. Dreaming of The I Heart Revolution.

Everything about that weekend felt so right, but I fought it for a reason I still don't know. I was hesitant to totally immerse myself in the glory. But I did what I could. And I still am...I do what I can, every day. I love as much as I'm able. Although I can still find bits and pieces of my old self every now and again, I much more welcome Christ as my conscience, as my provider, as my mentor...everyday.
There's so much to do when you're part of God's kingdom, but it never seems totally impossible. The hurdles are often so much higher than I think I'm able to jump, and often are in reality. But with some time and some growing I'll be ready to serve. I want to, SO much.

Selfish pride is so callous, and I hope you can lower yourself solely for the purpose of being a utensil of God. I hope all of you can experience God. Not just for a day or a month, but to hold him in your heart, to promise to love him forever.