Confident Hope

A little over two years ago, I wrote a post on Romans 12:12. As I have grown, this verse has taken on new meaning in my life. I’d like to share a little bit on what it means to me now.

“Rejoice in our confident hope. Be patient in trouble, and keep on praying.”

Romans 12:12

The part of this verse that sticks out to me the most is confident hope. Sometimes life can seem pretty hopeless. It’s like we put these blinders on, which makes it so that we can only see one aspect of our life. If that aspect of our life is not yielding the results that we want and might be expecting, then life can get pretty dreary.

We move from having blinders on to being in a rut, which turns into a hole. Pretty soon we have lost track of who we are because we are not focused on hope. In fact, we just feel hopeless. Maybe for some people hopeless looks like not feeling worthy, maybe for others hopeless looks like losing a loved one, maybe it looks like not getting the grade you wanted on an assignment, or the job you’ve worked so hard for is taken from you.

I want to share with you that your feelings are valid. They’re true to you. If you feel like you’re stuck at the bottom of a hole, then chances are that you are stuck. Being stuck is far from easy. There are two options when you’re in a hole; you can dig deeper, or you can get out.

So the question is: do I stay here at the bottom of the hole and risk getting deeper into hopelessness? Or, do I look up and see the glimmer of light which is actually hope?

Today, I choose hope. Sometimes hope means texting someone and telling them what you’re feeling. Sometimes hope means going to talk to a therapist. Sometimes hope means going to a doctor. Whatever hope means to you, my wish is that you always choose it.

Going back to the verse, our confident hope is knowing that regardless of whether we are in a hole, or on a mountaintop, that God is with us. We may not feel Him, or even want Him to be with us, but He’s there anyway. Because of Christ, we get to be victorious. We get to come out on top when we go through trials.

My hope is the light I see in the bottom of a hole. My confident hope is knowing that God fights alongside me.

Choose hope.

C’est la vie,

Kayla ❤


Not Giving Up

Hello Everyone!

It’s been quite awhile since I have written. I had to wait for something to inspire me enough to write a new post. I thought I would share with you all something that I have been learning so far this semester in my life.

Failing, failure, not being good enough– these were all thoughts that were running around my mind in what seemed to be like a never-ending cycle. For whatever reason, this semester of school has been very different for me academically. I am used to passing tests and papers with flying colors, and only occasionally getting a bad grade here and there. This year, I have gotten the worst grades I have ever gotten in my entire life. I am not doing anything drastically different than normal. It has been frustrating to say the least.

Failing, failure, not being good enough– I needed something to break this. I needed to get something positive back from any of my classes to know that not everything that I have done was horrible. This actually happened recently. I finally got a mark that I felt was okay enough to make me feel a little bit better.

Failing, failure, not being good enough- God is teaching me some things. The first thing that he is teaching me is patience. The second thing that God is teaching me is that He is ultimately in control, and I am not. For someone who really likes to feel in control of things, this is a hard lesson for me to learn. He’s teaching me that there are more important things in life than getting a good grade.

Failing, failure, not being good enough- Instead of thinking these thoughts, I have been trying to meditate on God’s word. More specifically Philippians 4:8. “And now, dear brothers and sisters, one final thing. Fix your thoughts on what is true, and honorable, and right, and pure, and lovely, and admirable. Think about things that are excellent and worthy of praise.”

My thoughts are now: Failing, failure, and that’s okay. 

C’est la vie,

Kayla ❤

Ps. You guessed it, I’ve been listening to music while writing! Here’s a link to the song that is currently playing.



This past Sunday in church, the pastor was speaking on interruptions that we experience in life and how we react to these interruptions. I’m going to share just one of my life’s interruptions.

Having hearing issues is something that I have grown up with almost my entire life. I was diagnosed with mild to moderate hearing loss in both my ears at my pre-kindergarten check up. I was 4 years old. So, for as long as I can remember, I have never known what it’s like to have normal hearing. My hearing problem caused many interruptions in my life, including 6 surgeries from kindergarten through to grade 7. That equals out to be 6 surgeries in 8 years. It caused many tears, frustration, and a few triumphs along the way. 

The greatest interruption that my hearing loss brought me happened when I was twelve years old. My parents and I were at a doctors visit. The doctor gave us two options. The first option was for him to operate on my left ear again. He wanted to replace one of the bones that wasn’t working as well in my ear with a plastic replica in hopes of treating my loss of hearing for good. The other option was for me to get a hearing aid to wear for the rest of my life, unless something else came along that I chose to do. Tired of having surgery after surgery, my parents and I decided to give the hearing aid a try. 

It was not an easy adjustment for me as I was a self conscious twelve year old girl who was still in middle school. I believe I was in grade eight at the time. I was worried that people would stare at me all the time, and that they would think I was a freak. I even thought that I would never have a chance at having a boyfriend or even friends. I was so insecure about the decision. And even though I felt so insecure, I knew that a hearing aid could potentially be life changing. 

Fast forward to a few months later, and I went with my mom to many audiologist appointments to get my ear fitted for a hearing aid, and to choose the one I wanted. I even got to choose the colour, which of course I chose the skin coloured one. When my hearing aid first went in my ear and was turned on, I was astonished. Before the audiologist put it in my ear, I could only hear her and my mom. After she put it in, I could hear a little boy that was running down the hall outside of the room I was in. 

I soon realized that my hearing aid was one of the best tools I had ever received! I have now had it for eight years, and I am thankful for the technology every single day. I am also thankful for the supportive people in my life at the time, including family and friends. We all noticed the difference immediately. No more yelling at me in order to get my attention. No more having the T.V at super loud volumes. I was able to enjoy life. I AM able to enjoy life!

Even though having a hearing aid is not ideal, I believe that perspective is key to situations that are sad or frustrating. I still have days where I have a pity party about my hearing, but I know that having a pity party is not going to change the fact that I don’t have good hearing. Do I ever wonder what my life would be like without having gone through this whole journey, absolutely! I just have to remember that God created me the way that he did, and that I’m created in his image. I get to stay hopeful for the day when I meet Jesus in heaven, and I no longer have to wear my hearing aid. What a glorious day that will be! 

C’est la vie,

Kayla ❤

Ps. Maybe I’ll talk about some of my other life interruptions in another post.