My name's Karis. And you've just found my journal.
This is where I pour my heart out to whoever wants to listen. This is where I express my thoughts and doubts, share my successes and passions, and laugh at my miserable failings. This is where I'm vulnerable, honest, and unapologetically me!
I first started this blog back in early 2013. I was 15 years old, as small-town as they come, bursting with enthusiasm and an equal measure of youthful naivety. I’ve been keeping it up ever since. That means that if you stick around long enough and snoop deep enough, you'll find it all. The teenage angst, the childhood imaginings, the whole nine yards. You'll find the junior high drama, the high school stress, and the university adventures. You'll find all the fear and excitement that comes with growing up. You'll find my journals and photos of all the travelling I’ve done over the years. And if you like what you find and keep hanging around, you'll get to follow me into whatever comes next!
A bit about myself
I was Island-born and Prairie-raised. I'm originally from Brentwood Bay, BC, and I'll always say that Vancouver Island holds my heart. But after going through most of grade school on the rolling plains of Alberta, I won't deny my weakness for big skies and prairie sunsets. Some of the things that make me "Me" are my loves of toast, steaming black coffee, The Office, the smell of rain, freshly washed sheets, classic novels, and soft jazz in the morning.
I'm a full-time wife and I’m loving every minute of it. As I've been teaching myself to homemake, my most recent self-discovery is that I’m a hardcore dabbler. New experiences (however common) and new skills (however useless) are more exciting to me than is probably normal. Learning how to cook and trying out wild recipes, teaching myself to bake (and attempting things far beyond my skill-set), and figuring out the fine art of keeping a houseplant alive—these are just a few of the domestic adventures I've been undertaking.
What I'm About
I want to live the life of faith. Real faith.
I look around at the Church today, and I see a lot of lifeless faith. I see so many people who are eager to announce their allegiance to Christ, but don't allow Him room in their lives to move! So many of us want to schedule and plan our futures. We want to do what we want to do. But I'm convinced that when we hog the wheel and keep Jesus as nothing more than a meal-blesser, we rob God of His power and, consequently, we rob ourselves of the abundant life we could be experiencing.
There is nothing more exciting than living truly by faith. Relying on His provision, trusting in His leading, and betting everything on His promises—that's the kind of faith I want. It's risky and radical because it's invisible and counter-cultural. I want to allow God to be God in my life. I want to let Him do His thing, and see what happens. Because what's the point of Christianity if we never let ourselves experience it to the fullest?
I've taken the Apostle Paul's prayer for the Philippians and adopted it as my life's manifesto:
Philippians 1:9-11 - I pray that your love will overflow more and more, and that you will keep on growing in knowledge and understanding. For I want you to understand what really matters, so that you may live pure and blameless lives until the day of Christ's return. May you always be filled with the fruit of your salvation- the righteous character produced in your life by Jesus Christ- for this will bring much glory and praise to God.
There you have it--my mission. To love more. To grow in knowledge and insight. To understand what really matters. To live a pure and blameless life.
To be filled with the fruit of my salvation, and to give all the glory to God.
I'm glad you're here. Feel free to read, laugh, cry, and join me as I navigate through this phenomenon called life.
Welcome to my slice of the web. Welcome to the detour!