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“Feeling Fat”

“Feeling Fat”

“My mom made me do Zumba with her the other night because she was feeling fat and didn’t want to work out alone.” I was startled by how casually my 10-year-old hip hop student told me about her Zumba night with her mother. “You eat […]

A Sermon That Utterly Changed Me

A Sermon That Utterly Changed Me

This met me in my brokenness, in my deepest questioning, and in confusion, with hard Truth that I needed to hear. Take the time to sit with this and listen. Take notes. Let God speak to you through it. I promise it will be a […]

Alexa, Play “Yellow” by Coldplay

Alexa, Play “Yellow” by Coldplay

Looking back, it was one of those mornings in which I debated my outfit.

Dress up or dress down? Was the work I had to do today conducive to feeling put together and stylish, or did comfort trump all?

Yes, for some reason, I think about these things.

I settled on a yellow floral dress– not like I can wear it for much longer– and long cardigan before heading out the door and to the office in downtown Kitchener.

Working at Him & Her the past month or so has been one of the greatest joys in this season. The encouragement of my colleagues and superiors, the diverse array of projects I get to work on and witness, and the opportunity to grow as a writer while providing meaningful service have been unmatched.

For the first few hours of work this morning, it seemed someone was always moving. Standing from their desk for a meeting or a call or to grab a coffee, so that there was no one time in which the three of us who sit in a row were seated together simultaneously.

Until that moment that we were… and we collectively realized this:

Name ideas included Three Turmeric Mice, The Yellow Squad, and Team Yellow. I simply suggested that we had each planned in our hearts to bring sunshine to the gloomy Monday at Him & Her.

And this conclusion, as cheesy as you may call it, served as an incredible reminder for me. A reminder that supplemented my pastor’s message yesterday at church, which was about power and authority being God’s, and therefore being GOOD.

In Christ, I have the power to view any and every situation as one that He can be glorified in.


Even on a rainy Monday, I will not complain.

I’m not usually one to struggle with complaining. In fact, seeing the positives in bleak-looking situations is a gift I believe God has empowered me for. But I have been very convicted just the past couple of days in the attitude I have had since moving back in with my parents.

We’ve heard it before: moving back home after living on your own for a season is tough. You’re used to complete independence and, if you’re like me, grocery shopping and was a favourite part of the week that you no longer have to partake in.

So, as much as it’s a difficult transition, it’s also one to be very ungrateful in.

I think a lot about how crazy it is that we are usually our worst selves with our family. This is a good thing in some ways, I suppose, in that it shows our level of comfort and knowledge that we are unconditionally loved when we’re with our families. My parents have often said that they want me to know I can tell them ANYTHING and EVERYTHING, and the answer will never be judgemental, and will always be loving.

But… I think this can easily turn into a similar dangerous mindset we might have about our Heavenly Father.


He’s already victorious over sin, and He’s all-forgiving. I know that if I sin in this way, and repent later, He’ll forgive me… so, I’ll just (*insert secret-sin here*) one more time.

Today’s bright yellow colours and sunshiney laughter with my co-workers served as a reminder that the grace I am saved by is one that empowers me to see even the toughest situations with nothing but excited expectation, joy, and hope.

It’s not that living at home has been a drag– just an adjustment. Which gives me no right to take advantage, or be grumbling, or have ungratefulness in my heart or actions.

So, an open letter to my wonderful mom and dad: I am sorry if you have felt any of this. You love me so well, and with open arms. I hope you know how sincerely grateful I am that you care to have me near you.

What situation could you use The Yellow Squad to remind you to be a bit more grateful in?

Me At 10 Years vs. Me in 10 Years

Me At 10 Years vs. Me in 10 Years

A couple weeks ago, I came across an exercise online that someone had shared had really shifted their thinking. The person relented that they wanted to know what their 10-year-old self, AND their self IN 10 years, would think of the way their present self […]

The Winter Blues

The Winter Blues

Does winter get anyone else down in the dumps?I’m not trying to blame my attitude on the cold, because I know that owning my attitude is always my responsibility. But man… I really, really hate the cold.  It is one sensation I can think of […]

What Is Exhaustion Without Purpose?

What Is Exhaustion Without Purpose?

All I can think about right now is hitting my pillow.
I hate sounding dramatic, but my eyelids are so heavy and my whole body is exhausted from not stopping all day.
And that could easily be for nothing.
I could easily work this body hard and fast for a single purpose: my own feelings of worth, productivity, to boost my ego, “because I’m good at it or enjoy it,” to “make a living.” But, why? Why live to “make a living?” Surely I was put on this earth for more than to be put on this earth.

For even the Son of Man came not to be served but to serve others and to give his life as a ransom for many. MATTHEW 20:28

A pastor I very much look up to and respect preached a sermon on this very verse yesterday that God used to convict and challenge and change me. Jesus might call me to a remote part of the world to be in the depths of danger with starving children and my calling and purpose would be to say “it is well with my soul” and obey. He might call me away from all comforts and pleasures, the “things of this world” that I think bring me joy and say, “These things are NOTHNG,” showing me that glimpse of Heaven, and OH, how good that would be. JESUS I JUST WANT TO KNOW YOU MORE.
Don’t allow me to live this life selfishly, Jesus. Don’t allow me to think about when it’s my turn to eat, or my turn to “shine,” or anything of myself or “my” success. Jesus I just want Your name glorified in my life, and I know that that looks like servanthood. Less Cassie and more You, I pray Jesus, every day.
This doesn’t look like burnout, and it doesn’t look like the striving I often find myself wound up in again. It looks like submitting, it looks like letting go, and it looks like listening. It looks like joy, and unabashed consideration for every soul I encounter. I can’t be perfect in this, so I might as well give Him the steering wheel. It’s all I was created to do.

When Will I Learn?

When Will I Learn?

…that life is all about the “little moments?” Romans 12:10 “Be devoted to one another in love. Honour one another above yourselves.” I have written about it countless times. And I think about it all the time. But sometimes, in the heat of a moment, it doesn’t […]

Attitude and Altitude: What Is Filling Me Up?

Attitude and Altitude: What Is Filling Me Up?

Today I’ve been doing a lot of thinking. My head and heart and spirit have been whirring and I’ve been praying and Jesus granted me lots of awesome people to talk with and engage these thoughts with throughout the day which is cool, but I’ve […]

Not My Glory, Lord, But Yours

Not My Glory, Lord, But Yours

Last night, at 11:58pm, I submitted the longest essay of my English career thus far. A lot of thought went into its thesis, which surrounded largely a dystopian novel published recently called “The Circle.”

The essay was about modern day tendency to exalt self. To revel in being seen, and in the desire to present oneself in a “put-together” manner on social media and other public outlets.
Fifty years ago, teenagers didn’t pull out their phones to show the world their lattes. They didn’t auto-biographically define themselves for the rest of the world in 150 characters or less on Instagram. They didn’t filter photographs to appear more vivid and “better” than they looked in real life.

For those who exalt themselves will be humbled, and those who humble themselves will be exalted. Matthew 23:12

While formatting this essay, I was continuously reminded of the Bible Study I got to take part in a couple weeks ago, in which we studied a sermon by Pastor Eric Ludy called The Man Under the Stage.
The sermon talked about the call for Christians to trust radically in Jesus, knowing that He Himself will move mountains, that we can retreat to the prayer closets and lean into Him for His sake alone. He is not dependant on us, nor does He call us to strive, but rather to seek Him continuously once He’s revealed His Truth to our hearts, and sacrifice every ounce of our reputations for His eternal cause.
When He saw that there was no intercessor, no perfectly obedient man in Israel,

his own arm achieved salvation for him, and his own righteousness sustained him. Isaiah 59:16.

Since sending that intercessor into the world in the form of Jesus, God has called His people to rely on the ever present Holy Spirit, who teaches us the goodness of humbling ourSELVES and the foot of the cross in order that HE would be revealed in our daily lives.
This doesn’t look like perfecting my Instagram account.
It doesn’t look like caring about how many followers I have.
It doesn’t look like snapping photos of every coffee date or excursion.
It does look like presence with loved ones. It looks like constant fruitful desire to press in to the God of the whole universe, for His Son’s sake alone. Knowing that my body is a beautiful creation of HIM, but temporary, a vessel for His controlling.
Lord, lead me to the prayer closet. Meet me in the secret places of Your heart, and not half the time or some of the time or only when it seems convenient, but ALL IN ALL Jesus may my heart be after Your own. I pray for revelation of Your Spirit in every last area of my life. You are mighty to save, Lord, and I know that my strength is nothing compared to Yours. May all of Cassie be wholeheartedly submitted to You, Jesus, and may You receive all the glory. Amen.

FAIR TRADE MATTERS: Bananas and Fruit

FAIR TRADE MATTERS: Bananas and Fruit

Bananas are by far the most consumed fruit in North America. Most of these bananas are grown on large plantation sites, where the workers often live there and are grossly underpaid, primarily in Ecuador, Guatemala, and Costa Rica. Under extremely unhealthy working conditions, with no […]