From Colorado to Canada: 5 Things God is Teaching Me

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Morgan Cranfill moved to BC this past fall to enroll in Columbia’s Outdoor Leadership program.

When I was seven, I told my parents that I was going to be the first girl to ride in the Tour De France cycling race. Then when I was around nine, I was going to play in the NBA. I had every intention of moving to Los Angeles to become an actress for a few years when I was about eleven. At fourteen, I had my college and apartment picked out in Nashville and saw myself on the fast track to becoming the next country music star. And through all of it, I was most definitely going to find time to be a very successful architect.

But I stopped racing bikes a few years after, my love of basketball slowly faded, and I realized that LA has far too many people and far too many actresses. I really can’t play guitar very well and if there was ever a subject that I hated, it’s most definitely math.

So I moved to Canada instead.

Now at nineteen, I find myself a twenty-six hour drive from my Colorado home, getting a degree in Outdoor Leadership.

I really have no definite plans for any career path or any idea what I’m doing with my life other than having an absurd amount of fun, making the greatest friendships, and learning more than I could ever possibly fit into a blog post.

If I had to narrow it down, these are the top 5 things God has been drilling into me since I crossed the border and came to college in Canada:


Comfort Zones are overrated.

I will be the first to admit that my comfort zone and I are very close friends, and I tend to get some serious separation anxiety when I leave it behind. Fortunately, they tend to have a knack for catching up. In January, I abandoned my most sacred comfort zone in the 400-person town called South Fork, Colorado. The next thing I knew it was two long days of driving later and I was leaving the safety of my own country for the very first time. I’ve now had the opportunity to see my comfort zone grow and reshape, molding my dreams and confidence and trust in God right along with it.

Fear is a liar.

This four-word sentence has been one that I have waited a lifetime to be able to say. I don’t often speak of my battle with anxiety, but I will say that it has been and continues to be something that I struggle with daily. But I have watched God take my greatest challenge and turn it into my greatest blessing. God has shown me that his strength is greater than the trivial fears and worries that I fight against. I still worry a great deal more than the average person, but my prayer each day is that God would help me be fearless. Fear and anxiety are not my identity, they are liars; Jesus is truth.


Community is essential.

I grew up in a Christian home and had what I always considered to be good Christian friends, but I still never understood the need for true community. I can honestly say that Columbia is the closest, most encouraging, welcoming community I have ever been a part of. I have made more meaningful friendships in two months here than a lifetime anywhere else. Something absolutely amazing happens when people choose to be joyful and truly desire to learn what it means to follow Christ together, and it is something I will always consider vital to my Christian walk.

 Home will always be home.

There is absolutely no better feeling than seeing your dogs after two months of living twenty-something hours away from home. I walked in my house for the first time over reading break and just laid in the floor with them while they freaked out. They still love me just as much as they did before. My parents and my big brother are still my best friends, I’m still put straight to work in my dad’s ski shop, and my bed is still the greatest thing to ever happen to the world. The mountains are still there and I’m still greeted with friendly smiles and warm hugs wherever I go. Home will always be my safe-haven and one of my very favorite places in the world; taking time to explore new places will never change that.


God is God no matter where I am.

As cliché and obvious an idea it may be, it was a lesson that I needed to learn. I’ve always trusted in God’s promise to never leave or forsake me, but coming so far from anything that was familiar gave me such a new perspective on how big God really is. Even on the days when I struggle and I miss my family, God is still sovereign and still faithful to provide every person and thing that I need. My God is the same in Colorado as he is in Canada.

Coming from my small town all the way to British Columbia has been one of the most nerve-wracking and exciting journeys I have ever embarked on. So for as far off course as I seem to have gotten from my original plan, I sure am enjoying my detour. In fact, I think I’ll stick around for a while.

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