This is piece is part of a six part series talking about what it looks like to live as Wild-Hearted Women. There are so many voices telling us what we have to do and who we have to be in order to have a life worth living. But the Lord has called us to something…
Author: Katherina Toews
Hello! I spend my days out in the forest on the back of a horse and my nights are spent with a book or binge-watching crime dramas. Writing has been one of my passions for a while now because I love how you can connect life, emotions, and experiences through words. I hope to shed light on issues that are seldom talked about and to share my own personal experiences as I fearlessly pursue a joyful life in the Lord.
Putting Off & Pulling On
When I was little, I often had bad dreams. I would wake up in the middle of the night sweaty and scared, clinging to my stuffed horse, praying that what I had just experienced wasn't real. As I fell back asleep, I would try to conjure up a dream of my own, hoping that I…
Bedhead and Cookie Crumbs
Have you ever sat down to pray and instantly felt so inadequate that you'd rather be doing anything else? Because I have. I can't count the number of times that I've set aside just five minutes to pray, and thirty seconds in, I'm already checking the time and thinking about everything on my to-do list.…
A Story Worth Telling
My least favourite part of Christian gatherings has always been having to share my testimony. I remember sitting on the couches in the girl’s dorm at Bible school with the other first-year girls going on an urban immersion trip with me. We had circled up so that we could all see each other, and one…
Wildflower Freedom
I’ve always loved wildflowers. These little flowers hold a special place in my heart because they remind me to look for wild beauty in the hidden places of life. Wildflowers grow in some of the harshest environments, and despite their circumstances, they thrive. They push past the dirt and spring forth into a breathtaking array…
Riding Wild
I’ve been bucked off several horses during my riding career. While each instance was different, there’s one common denominator that spreads throughout the stories: the horse was uncomfortable, so they sought to get me off their back as quickly as possible. The important thing to remember (other than trying to roll when you land to…
A Love That’s Louder Than The Rest
In grade three, I learned how to sing the song Silent Night in sign language. I remember standing up in front of my entire elementary school, surrounded by my classmates at our Christmas assembly. As the music came on over the speakers, we straightened our posture, fixed our gazes on the back wall, and rather…
Joy for the Broken Hearted
Christmas is my favourite time of the year. I love everything that comes with the holiday season, from cheesy movies and eating endless sugar cookies to spending time with loved ones crammed into living rooms and spilling out of kitchens. There’s a sense of togetherness that can only be brought about by the hope and…
Bone Deep Peace
One of my favourite times of the day is the blue hour right before sunrise. Most of the world is still tucked into bed and there is a quietness and stillness that settles over you, and it feels almost irreverent to make a noise and break that silence. Standing in the forest you can hear…
Hope in the Desert Places
When I think of a hopeless point in my life, I think of the summer of 2017. It was the first day of July, and I had to stop working with horses because I shattered my ankle, which consequently derailed my plans to move to Germany for a year at the end of August. During…
