Hello all. I have been absent from the ‘blog’ thing as it has been an interesting month - one filled with much thought and reflection. Since the accident in Abbotsford, I had someone close to me pass away and the combination of the 2 has left me asking some difficult questions. I am left re-evaluating life, relationships, priorities and where God is in all of these things. In this place I feel broken and humbled, which leaves me ever dependent on God and his promise of faithfulness. This last weeknd, I had the privilege to travel with my wife to Edmonton, AB to visit family and to play with worship leader Vicky Beeching. I really appreciate Vicky’s heart as a worship leader and her message about the faithfulness of a God the same yesterday and today. He is faithful when I am not and he is merciful when I am far from it. In a time when I feel like the waves have tossed me around a bit the unchanging, loving nature of my Father gives me a sense of peace. A quote by John Piper to think about - “God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in Him”. Right now I’m continually asking myself if I can truly say I find my worth and satisfaction in who I am as a child of God. I guess I’m just realizing that without God at the centre of every part of my life, things lose meaning… Gordie.
So we’re finally home. in Abbotsford, laying low… we’ve been home only about 3 weeks so far this year and we’re at the beginning of another 3 weeks off… glorious. As fun as the road is (and don’t get me wrong - it’s alot of fun) NOTHING beats coming home… especially to the Northwest… I can’t begin to explain how therapeutic the smells are… how calming the site of Mount Baker is… how amazing ABC perogies and farmer sausage can taste… And how energizing a walk through the trails behind the house with the dog can be. However, that said, coming home this time was different. The last time we were here was the day after the Abbotsford stop on the ‘I will go’ tour… The day after the floor gave way…. that day was alot of things for us - but mostly - it was a re-alignment… or maybe better put, a reckoning… to the urgency of the moment. Of all the ways that we were trying to communicate the message behind ‘i will go’ … speaking to our generation’s ‘indifference’ to the lost and poor… talking about the blinding nature of own privilege… singing about the illusion of our safety in North America, and our general apathy towards the things of God… NOTHING could have spoken louder to these things than the floor falling out from under us in the thick of our worship. God revealed to those in the room (and so many more) in a matter of seconds just how sovereign He is…. and in turn how precious, and utterly gifted to us each breath we breathe really is. I shed alot of tears and asked alot of hard questions in the weeks following… but ‘where were you God?’ was not one of them… I know we was right there… I felt him in that room as the floor gave way… There was that peace that passes all understanding… that gut-feeling of security in the middle of calamity - that can only come from God… and that’s the heart of it i think… not knowing, not understanding, but still trusting, still beleiving, still persevering and still ‘holding on’ . These are the things that shape us into kind of people God is trying to make us… If we let him. Back in Abby, almost exactly one month later, I’m still being shaped and changed by the events of April 25th… I kindof hope i never stop being shaped by what happened… Life is too short to get comfortable with our comfort… It’s such a facade… such a thin veil. i think that’s all i wanted to say… sorry it’s been so long 
tim.