I have been listening to my children a lot the last few days. Whilst they still have their British accents, their vocab has changed. Not only the obvious ‘vacation’ and ‘washroom’ (going to the toilet was always a little too much info I think). And not forgetting pants (trousers) Josiah looks horrified when an older lady says ‘oh Josiah what cute pants’ or someone declares ‘I just need to change my pants’ …again…TMI… The garden is now the yard. If I talk about my garden I am always asked ‘what veggies are you growing?’

Today Josiah asked as we walked down Mission Creek if we saw a bear would we shoot it and if the spider he had found was a black widow and as we watched the salmon spawning that Bella was able to tell us why they went upstream, what the male looked like, when they gave birth and why they died.

What I find most interesting is as we immerse ourselves in culture and lifestyle how quickly our language changes – our understanding – our experience.

Where Tim Horton already feels like a brother and corn on the cob accompanies all of our meals.


As a Christian I am called to be transformed, to be Christlike, to speak His language ~ I believe that happens most when I immerse myself in Him ~ HIs presence and His word.

What I like is that I’m not just ‘called’ to do those things.

I want to.


…’Nothing between us and God, our faces shining with the brightness of his face. And so we are transfigured much like the Messiah, our lives gradually becoming brighter and more beautiful as God enters our lives and we become like him’

The Message 2 Cor 3:18






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