wow, i haven't posted in forever!! Things have been crazy since school started back, shane now has my job at the hotel, working graveyards on the weekends so we can pay the bills, i am family housing coordinator at UAM, which is working out pretty swell thus far, and i just got the position of music librarian as a work study job, and according to the band director, i'm in for it cause that place is a wreck!
School is going great, i love my music classes, as usual, biology is okay, the lab is a drag, and i'm taking japanese as my modern language. I think it's awesome and I love it, but most everybody else thinks i'm crazy for tackling a whole new culture instead of one i'm a little more familiar with like spanish. me, on the other hand, is estatic to finally be able to start reading all the background text in anime films! ;)
While on subject of school, Lady Knights are up and at 'em again, we are giving out our membership bids this week, and hopefully by next week, things will be getting into the swing of pledging season! :D I'm excited about all our new girls coming in, and i hope they make it through until the final night of pledging!! :) i wish i could do it again *sigh*. Oh, and speaking of joining new organizations, alex is trying to get me in to tri sigma. I'm not so sure about it.....
Church is going okay, i haven't made a wednesday night service in forever because those 7pm meetings are lasting longer than they are supposed to! i'm ready to get back in the swing of church again, with the wedding and everything this summer, things got crazy for a while and we missed a lot of services, and my job didn't help any because i couldn't stay awake through sunday morning...now i'm not on graveyards anymore...and i wish my husband wasn't either, but we need the money right now...the people here mean well, i know...but having little old ladies running after my moving car yelling "where is your husband?!" gets old after about the first time. Shane still comes, but he's so discouraged because everyone comments on his absences. "and just where were you?" like i said, they mean well, but some of these old biddies are gonna peck the young ones to death if they don't quit. and to top that off, we were both "born" spiritually in Smackover, AR. If you've ever been there, it's almost like being in revival 24/7, because everyone worships instead of sitting on the pew looking around waiting for someone else to take the dive...sadly, its not the case most of the time with just about any other church. I'm not saying that there aren't churches like that around, just none around here. He came from being able to worship freely to having people come up to him afterward "i sure did enjoy watching you worship tonight" his reply? "why watch when you can participate?" its like a whole different world worship-wise. he has never really been somewhere where just a few are the "leaders" in worship service...and it's been terribly discouraging to him.
anyways, i'm babbling on and on and i have homework to do! i'll catch you all later, and God Bless!
Friday, September 11, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
a whoooole month later
:D hi!! I write to you now as a married woman! :D the wedding went great! other than a little family drama afterwards, everything was perfects at the wedding/reception/honeymoon. New Orleans was amazing and I can't wait to go back! for now, shane and i are just settling into our new home and getting ready for school to start back, so not much new here! :P
Thursday, June 4, 2009
My Brain
:) good morning world!! it is 4:40 AM and I am at work.
I've got a ton of stuff on my mind, so allow me to relieve some of this pressure before my brain explodes!!
I went and saw Teresa last week. For those of you who haven't ever heard me talk about "mudda 'resa" she was a lady I went to church with in bearden. she started coming to church about the same time I did, but she was actually STARTING church when I moved to bearden. She graduated with my oldest uncle, and is in her fifties, but she's an awesome and nifty lady. I've always had a special place in my heart for Mudda Resa, and she was my partner in crime many a time on trips to other churches for fellowship. She hasn't been back to the church since the incident....nobody could get in touch with her...she won't return calls or emails, so i boldened myself and drove out to her house last week to deliver a wedding invitation to her personally......
She's so different. :( I almost cried when i saw her...she was so worried about her hair when we were in church together, and i was always coming down to fix her hair and we'd always talk about ways to style it and how to care for it (girly stuff, I know)....and she'd cut it off...i know for most reading this, that a woman with short hair is no big deal, but for me it is.
1 Corinthians 11:4-6 and 15.
4Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered, dishonoureth his head.
5But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven.
6For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn: but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered.
15But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair is given her for a covering.
Our hair is our glory, and our covering...i knew that meant a lot to her..but she'd gotten it cut way down and it hurt to see her like that. However, this wasn't her only change. She had such a sweet personality, and was so ready to help and offer a helping hand with anything..as I sat and talked with her...she was almost mean...not that she was meaning to be, i know she wasn't trying to..but she said some pretty harsh things to me along the lines of my upcoming wedding and in just the way we chatted about people we knew...I left her home fighting tears...It recalled one of Jesus' parables to my mind
Matthew 12: 43-35
43When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none.
44Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished.
45Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.
Its amazing how much God can change a person when they're constantly with Him...and then to turn back around, whether intentionally or not..there are dire consequences...and it saddens and scares me....
I've got a ton of stuff on my mind, so allow me to relieve some of this pressure before my brain explodes!!
I went and saw Teresa last week. For those of you who haven't ever heard me talk about "mudda 'resa" she was a lady I went to church with in bearden. she started coming to church about the same time I did, but she was actually STARTING church when I moved to bearden. She graduated with my oldest uncle, and is in her fifties, but she's an awesome and nifty lady. I've always had a special place in my heart for Mudda Resa, and she was my partner in crime many a time on trips to other churches for fellowship. She hasn't been back to the church since the incident....nobody could get in touch with her...she won't return calls or emails, so i boldened myself and drove out to her house last week to deliver a wedding invitation to her personally......
She's so different. :( I almost cried when i saw her...she was so worried about her hair when we were in church together, and i was always coming down to fix her hair and we'd always talk about ways to style it and how to care for it (girly stuff, I know)....and she'd cut it off...i know for most reading this, that a woman with short hair is no big deal, but for me it is.
1 Corinthians 11:4-6 and 15.
4Every man praying or prophesying, having his head covered, dishonoureth his head.
5But every woman that prayeth or prophesieth with her head uncovered dishonoureth her head: for that is even all one as if she were shaven.
6For if the woman be not covered, let her also be shorn: but if it be a shame for a woman to be shorn or shaven, let her be covered.
15But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for her hair is given her for a covering.
Our hair is our glory, and our covering...i knew that meant a lot to her..but she'd gotten it cut way down and it hurt to see her like that. However, this wasn't her only change. She had such a sweet personality, and was so ready to help and offer a helping hand with anything..as I sat and talked with her...she was almost mean...not that she was meaning to be, i know she wasn't trying to..but she said some pretty harsh things to me along the lines of my upcoming wedding and in just the way we chatted about people we knew...I left her home fighting tears...It recalled one of Jesus' parables to my mind
Matthew 12: 43-35
43When the unclean spirit is gone out of a man, he walketh through dry places, seeking rest, and findeth none.
44Then he saith, I will return into my house from whence I came out; and when he is come, he findeth it empty, swept, and garnished.
45Then goeth he, and taketh with himself seven other spirits more wicked than himself, and they enter in and dwell there: and the last state of that man is worse than the first. Even so shall it be also unto this wicked generation.
Its amazing how much God can change a person when they're constantly with Him...and then to turn back around, whether intentionally or not..there are dire consequences...and it saddens and scares me....
Sunday, May 10, 2009
What I Won't Blame You For
Hi,
Wow, it's been a while since we talked. :) I know you're not expecting to hear from me, and i'm not sure if this letter is welcome or not, but i'll write you nonetheless. Ya know, we used to be so close. I regarded you as my parents. Actually, there was a time when I held you in higher esteem than my own family. Guess that's the problem with pedestals. They never hold for long. Anyway, I'm getting these things off my chest. I've been carrying them a while now, milling over in my brain exactly to do with these things. I could blame you for everything. For the fall, for not seeing what was going on right under your nose, for not acting right yourself, for letting me fall through the cracks...i've wanted to put all the blame on you for so long, to prove that no wrongdoing was my own and was just a result of you pushing me away...but i can't. I won't. I will be blameless in this. I say blameless, and ironically, the only way I can be blameless in this story, is to accept the blame for my mistake. I was wrong for not telling you, yes, but i would have been wrong in telling you also. Lose lose for me, right? I'm sorry i let you down, but i can see clearly now that that was the best thing. I'd actually had the unction for several months that my time was up in that dear little country church, and the only way i would be able to let myself go was forceably. It's okay though, you didn't know what to do, and I forgive you, but I still want to tell you some of these repercussions....
I still have a hard time trusting people because of you. Ya know I'm afraid to trust my own pastor now? that's pretty bad when you're afraid to trust the man God has placed over you. I guess once bitten, twice shy, right? I am now terrified of losing those I hold near and dear, almost so to the point that i push them away, but only almost. You didn't cause that though. I won't credit that to your account. Ya know, i'm terrified of what would happen if I ran into you? I walk in constant worry that i'll see one or both of you in walmart or huddle house and i fear the exchange that would take place. I'm sure the conversation would consist of something to the effect of you ignoring anything ever happened, or trying to convince me to come home, but i'll go ahead and say that i wouldn't go back. My heart isn't there anymore. Yeah, i miss the girls...i miss them like crazy...i wish i could see them more often, but it's not worth the wrecked heart again. I'm also afraid of how Shane would handle it. It hurt him just as bad when i told him the news. No, not as bad, i don't think he could've hurt that bad at it...not as bad as i did, but it angered him. I'm glad God made provision for me, so i'd have some human arms to hold me while God held me too. I think i might've lost it. You know, i was actually sick that day i spoke to you last? That is the only time i've actually ever worried myself sick. we got to shane's mmom's house and I was running a high fever and was sick the whole way up. Amazing how one little thing has such an impact, huh?
Anyway, this is not a letter of blame. I just want this all of my chest, a clean slate, a fresh start, a beginning that does not involve you at all. I'm letting go of these feelings. I won't let this sad rage control my emotions anymore. You remember that time you prayed for me and the sorrow just washed over you like a flood and you were as broken as i was? it was just that strong this time. Ironically, when you looked at me from the pulpit and told me to brace myself, that things were coming my way intending on destroying me, i would never in my life had of imagined it would be you that would be that thing trying to destroy me.
However, it was nice talking to you again. I'm sorry this is our only talk, and our last talk. I'm free to move forward now, no chains, no bondage, only freedom in the Lord. God Bless you in all your endeavors.
Ashley
Wow, it's been a while since we talked. :) I know you're not expecting to hear from me, and i'm not sure if this letter is welcome or not, but i'll write you nonetheless. Ya know, we used to be so close. I regarded you as my parents. Actually, there was a time when I held you in higher esteem than my own family. Guess that's the problem with pedestals. They never hold for long. Anyway, I'm getting these things off my chest. I've been carrying them a while now, milling over in my brain exactly to do with these things. I could blame you for everything. For the fall, for not seeing what was going on right under your nose, for not acting right yourself, for letting me fall through the cracks...i've wanted to put all the blame on you for so long, to prove that no wrongdoing was my own and was just a result of you pushing me away...but i can't. I won't. I will be blameless in this. I say blameless, and ironically, the only way I can be blameless in this story, is to accept the blame for my mistake. I was wrong for not telling you, yes, but i would have been wrong in telling you also. Lose lose for me, right? I'm sorry i let you down, but i can see clearly now that that was the best thing. I'd actually had the unction for several months that my time was up in that dear little country church, and the only way i would be able to let myself go was forceably. It's okay though, you didn't know what to do, and I forgive you, but I still want to tell you some of these repercussions....
I still have a hard time trusting people because of you. Ya know I'm afraid to trust my own pastor now? that's pretty bad when you're afraid to trust the man God has placed over you. I guess once bitten, twice shy, right? I am now terrified of losing those I hold near and dear, almost so to the point that i push them away, but only almost. You didn't cause that though. I won't credit that to your account. Ya know, i'm terrified of what would happen if I ran into you? I walk in constant worry that i'll see one or both of you in walmart or huddle house and i fear the exchange that would take place. I'm sure the conversation would consist of something to the effect of you ignoring anything ever happened, or trying to convince me to come home, but i'll go ahead and say that i wouldn't go back. My heart isn't there anymore. Yeah, i miss the girls...i miss them like crazy...i wish i could see them more often, but it's not worth the wrecked heart again. I'm also afraid of how Shane would handle it. It hurt him just as bad when i told him the news. No, not as bad, i don't think he could've hurt that bad at it...not as bad as i did, but it angered him. I'm glad God made provision for me, so i'd have some human arms to hold me while God held me too. I think i might've lost it. You know, i was actually sick that day i spoke to you last? That is the only time i've actually ever worried myself sick. we got to shane's mmom's house and I was running a high fever and was sick the whole way up. Amazing how one little thing has such an impact, huh?
Anyway, this is not a letter of blame. I just want this all of my chest, a clean slate, a fresh start, a beginning that does not involve you at all. I'm letting go of these feelings. I won't let this sad rage control my emotions anymore. You remember that time you prayed for me and the sorrow just washed over you like a flood and you were as broken as i was? it was just that strong this time. Ironically, when you looked at me from the pulpit and told me to brace myself, that things were coming my way intending on destroying me, i would never in my life had of imagined it would be you that would be that thing trying to destroy me.
However, it was nice talking to you again. I'm sorry this is our only talk, and our last talk. I'm free to move forward now, no chains, no bondage, only freedom in the Lord. God Bless you in all your endeavors.
Ashley
Back To My Roots
I've had enough! I'm going back to what Apostolic is supposed to be. Not this twisted, perverted view that I've slipped into, but that Fire that burned me up when it first got hold of me! I caught a whiff of that old feeling tonight here at work, and I want that again. I'll give up anything and everything to get it again. This I know, I'm gonna have to fight to get back there. I've been pushed around for too long and I refuse to allow this to happen any longer! This is my declaration, my battle cry, my call to arms. Devil, I'm declaring war on you this minute, and I will not rest until the Victory is won!!!!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Thinks of One Thinking
So i'm here in my dorm, 3:36AM Tuesday morning, and i'm not really doing anything but thinking and praying and sipping on a Dr. Pepper. I have no desire to sleep right now, though it's probably the second best thing on my list that I need to be doing right now, but i'm sitting here evaluating...well...my humanness. Ya know I absolutley hate being human sometimes....making mistakes..old enough to know better and too young to care..stupid choices that seemed okay at the time..the usual. I hate the aspect of humanness where I continually trip and fall over, and moreso the part where I fling myself to the ground only to look back up at where I was and think "what in the world was I thinking." I get tired of the same old mess up and repent actions, but that repentance is what's keeping me going. I know this is just a really rough spot, but i'm getting wore out. I know the beauty of being human is that we have something that the angels desire to look into. We've been given the promise of redemption, salvation, and an advocate with the Father when we have those moments where we fling ourselves to the ground. Well reader, this isn't meant as complaints, though i'm sure it's coming across as that, and I guess subconciously i'm complaining to you about myself, but all i'm asking is that next time you get at the throne and have a chat with Jesus, please remember me and mention me. He knows what's going on and He knows how to fix it. I just need a little support spiritually while i'm down here searching for the Lilly in this Valley. Pray for me, and i'll have you in my prayers too.
Thursday, February 26, 2009
Cries of My Weeping Heart
Here I go again
lost another battle my friend
it was You who bled for me, died for me
it was even you who sat and cried for me
but what's your payment, what's your reward
again, yet again, I nail Your hand to the board.
I was never worthy, I couldn't even scream
but You, You claimed me among the redeemed
so here I am, fallen once more
paralyzed by fear, of rejection from the Door
Can You, will You, fix this mess?
I try, I cry, and more and more I'm oppressed
I know I fell back into this
this sin should I never miss
yet fall again, and fall again, into the mire I go
filthy are now these rags, that once were white as snow
I can't get up, not on my own
God, I beg You, don't leave me here alone!
Maybe its part of some eternal plan
but help me up Lord, use me if you can
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