If "home is where the heart is" than my home is in Saskatchewan.

(Ariel shot of a small town in Saskatchewan)

(Flax field. Easiest one to identify, other than sunflowers of course)



(This picture was taken at Kenosee Lake which is about 20 minutes from where I grew up. It's the view from 1st hole's tee-off box. Sweetest hill for tobogganing ever, just for the record.)


So I’m sitting in class and while I should be listening intently to the guest speaker (he seems like a nice guy, he really does) I am here blogging instead. I am dreaming of where God is going is going to take me (yikes! The guy just called on me. I really shouldn’t have nodded without knowing what exactly he was asking. Ps. When he smiles he kind of looks like Jack Nicholson) and what he is going to do with me. I am proud to be from Saskatchewan and I dream of spending my life here, raising my family here, hopefully making a difference within my community. I love rural Saskatchewan. I was born and raised there, it is my home, and I think it always will be. I do like cities, as long as they’re small enough, like Regina, but there is something about living in a small town that makes me feel at home. Yeah some like to call small-town people “nosey” and “hicks” and yes, at times we may be. But honestly, I view it more as being concerned and interested in others lives. And Yep, I can be a hick at times, but I am somewhat of a city-person as well. I really do like living (well when I go home to my parents place anyway) in Regina. Honestly, I do. I see the benefits and short-comings of both small towns and cities. And although there are a plethora of advantages to the city life, my heart is in the open. It’s in a small town surrounded by vast open space. SO… where do I see myself in 10 years?? Oh probably living in a small town somewhere here in this beautiful province working at who knows where. I am working on completing my BA in Business Administration although I am not always sure why. I am more concerned with people, and ethics, and things of that sort, than I am about making money. I don’t want to be rich in regards to monetary wealth; I want to be rich with friends and love. Sounds ultra cheesy, I know. But it’s true. I don’t want a huge massive home, but yet still one that I can have people into at any time. I want to have a home that welcomes everyone and is used to bless others. I dream of being involved in my church in whatever capacity that may be. Sometimes I think I should practice piano more because I may need it for whatever church I may be. I love to worship and I would like to be able to lead it again. I want to have people over to just talk about God and their journey with Him. I also want my children (I’d like 4 I think, but obviously flexible on this matter) to be involved in community life. I want them to play school sports or be in the school play or whatever it may be. Ideally I’d love my sons, and daughters if they so desire, to play hockey. I grew up in a hockey rink, literally. I love the game. I enjoy people who enjoy it and I want to be able to reach out to them and establish some solid friendships. I want to give to people. I want my life to be an offering to God. But I don’t want my life to be remembered for the insignificant things I did, like attended over 1 million hockey games, or things that often define who I am, like that girl who dances when she worships God. I want to be remembered for what I did for others, that woman who showed us God and His love. In the end it really doesn’t matter if I live out this above dream, as simple or specific as it may seem, but what matters is how I reached out and loved people. And if I can do that best living in a city, working in a sky-rise, and sharing an apartment building with 50 other families, beautiful. I don’t want my dream to interfere with how God wants to use me. But it sure would be nice to be able to live it out eh…