homeless no more

So I kind of posted this on my photo blog yesterday, but hardly anyone reads that one, so it's better that I say it here too...

We have a house!!

It's a cute little townhouse (the end unit) with 4 bedrooms and 2 full bathrooms and there's room for the piano and all the stuff that we plan on keeping, and it's in a really cute neighbourhood close to the c-train so praise God!

speculaas

I saw them in the Superstore and I actually teared up.
I know, I'm quite pathetic.
But I don't care.
I have a box of speculaas and while they're not exactly the same as the ones we ate at MTP, they're close enough. So happy!

random sidenote on Canada

I'm reading a book on heaven and hell by Bruce Milne for my heaven, hell, angels, and demons class, and as I was reading I discovered a paragraph on Canada! In reference to heaven, of course *wink wink*
So...I thought I'd share it with you, cuz it's actually interesting. And perhaps new information to a few of you. It stems from a discussion on Psalm 72:8.

There is an interesting historical incident relating to the specificity of the early part of verse 8, 'from sea to sea and from the River to the ends of the earth'. In 1870, at the time of the confederation of the British North American colonies of Upper and Lower Canada into the united nation of Canada, the name 'Kingdom of Canada' was canvassed but rejected. Finally, the title 'Dominion' was chosen for the new nation because of the apparent relevance of this verse. Canada, then in prospect and later in reality, stretched from 'sea to sea' --from the Atlantic to the Pacific, 'from the River' (the great St. Lawrence, which in those days dominated the prospects, trade and external relations of the country) 'to the ends of the earth' (most applicable to the polar region to Canada's north). Thus it came to be called ''the Dominion of Canada'.

poor cat

Reg, our landlord, has been fixing our roof for the past 2 days. Unfortunately for Gilmore, it's quite loud. The poor guy is terrified. He was hiding under my bed or the couch for much of the morning. He wouldn't even eat his breakfast because it was upstairs and the noises were scaring him, so I brought it downstairs for him (yeah, I spoil him sometimes). Nicole and I dragged him from under the couch and the bed and wrapped him up in blankets and held him like a baby. The blankets are necessary because he has very sharp claws. He got pretty calmed down for a while, but the banging started up again and he got loose from the blanket within which I was holding him (he's a strong fighter). Now I have bloody scratches on my wrist/palm and he's hiding under the couch again where we can't reach him.

Reflections on Good Friday

When I was a child I wondered why today was called "Good" Friday. To me, Jesus' death was sad, unfair, and horrible. My mind couldn't comprehend why killing Jesus, whom I loved, was a good thing. I don't know if I ever cried while reading or being read the story, but I remember distinctly one time when I was thinking about His death and I began to sob uncontrollably. I think I was maybe 8, but that detail is a little blurry. I was in the kitchen, and I doubled over by the cupboards and let out all my grief and confusion through my tears. My brother and sister were at a loss: why was I crying when He rose 3 days later? It's not like I didn't know what happened. But my parents understood, and they let me cry. I think that's why I understood why it's called "Good" Friday. Something clicked, and I sobbed not just for what Jesus went through, but because He did it for me. I understood that even though Easter is a day of great rejoicing, thanksgiving, and praise, Good Friday is just as miraculous.

excerpt from my journal entry on March 25, 2005

house search

The search for a house continues...

A few possibilities...

One we're really hoping works out, but with a decent backup...

So now we wait and see where God would have us be...