oh the funny things!

Current mood:giggly

so i will now attempt to write a bit about whats going on with me....

(i felt a little bit like Willy Wonka when i said that...not the new one, the old one...you know....Is it raining, is it snowing, is a hurricane a blowing?not a spec of light is showing so the rowers must be rowing...or something SCARY like that) 

anyways...

Kelsey likes to tell me a lot that i am a huge psyco....thats because I am. She always says, " ASHLEY" (in that way that only Kelsey can say it) "normal people don't do that!" I've even started doing this around her friends which I think she doesn't completley appreciate. Hmm, I wonder if this weirdness will carry over back into Northern Ireland...I am really starting to care less and less how big of a psyco I may be and let people just observe. Thats why they make shows about people...so you can observe them and say...oh look at them...aren't they weird or interesting or weird.(ya i know i said weird twice) I will just give them the LIVE version.

That was random....

anyways...if you ever see me in person you need to ask about the invisble Panda...its a funny story but I am NOT going to attempt to explain it here...besides its MUCH funnier with the movements/actions. maybe i just "think" its really funny...but you can laugh at me laughing about how funny I think it is.

I absolutley LOVE laughing. It is a great invention! I was just remembering some funny things today...

like James with his shirt tied up with his ladels for his oars for the canoe/hypo-thermia reinactment...good times."I lost my boat....but I consider myself very lucky."

 Or one of our many LIT meetings that turns into Jerry Springer gone Country. 

or...the time Andy prayed for fun...and the night with Dave and James as his hands...I am pretty sure I have NEVER laughed so hard.

 And my personal favorite...physical therapist.

There have been a lot of things said to me over the years I am sure that are incredibly funny but there are TWO I remember...

I think I remember them because they were not only funny but witty and sarcastic all rolled into one.

The first was Mike Sadavol when we were still in high school...

he had been at our house and I was driving him home. i had just gotten back from a winter camp and was talking about some boy I had a huge crush on. He said" hey ashley aren't you going to Bible study right now?" I was like..ya, ya I am" He said could you say a prayer request for me?" I said."Ya, no problem..." His reply "ask them to pray that the next time you talk...I'll care" Oh man i couldn't stop laughing....timeless.

Then the other was from Nathan Jones...

Last year we were walking doing visits to old people (not particularily my favorite thing to do-and deffinitley not Nathans because he thinks you should just cease to exist after you hit about 35) Anyway it was a nice spring day and Nathan was walking particularily fast and I was telling him my feet hurt cause I was wearing these dumb flip-flops I started talking randomly about him having to restrict his walking

and he said..

Oh Oh ...ok let me write that down....in the book of things I don't care about!"

  

Well it was something along those lines...i laughed anyways...i need to get a book like that to write things in...i think it might be good to whip out at any given moment. 

Have written in really large letters the title so people know....

BOOK OF THINGS I DONT CARE ABOUT

then they start talking...you dont know why they are telling you this...they start getting the disease...you know the one I am talking about VD (verbal diareah) you start writing there words down...they'd get the picture. 

I think you have to have a certain sense of humor to get that....I would laugh so hard if someone did that to me though.

Wait a minute...I think you have all pulled yours out right now and are writing this down as you read it! 

I guess that will do for now...

not what i intented to write at all.

Its Willy Wonkas fault....

and in the words of the great man himself...

who am I kidding the only lines I know are the ones i started with and one about liquor being quicker!?

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Beauty from Ashes

Beauty from Ashes

  Imagine Tamar: grief-stricken,sobbing,ashes on her head. Her body in a heap on the cold floor. Soot covers her beautiful face and smears the rich colors of her torn robe. Her outward appearance echoes the cavernous darkness in her soul. She is nothing but a tomb.
The door of her room slowly creeps open. A stream of cloudy sunlight pours through the door. A figure of a man takes form within it. Not Absolom. No, she would recognize Absolom anywhere. Her heart jumps with awakening terror, then the figure steps through the door and His visage becomes clear. Tamar has never seen Him before, yet He looks so familiar. Not frightening. And she should be frightened. No man should be entering her chamber. She should run,but she cannot seem to move.
She glances down at the hands that seem paralyzed on her lap, suddenly shamefully aware of her ash covered appearance. Wretchedness sears her heart. She is certain that her violated state is obvious. She despises herself.
"Tamar", the man speaks gently and with warm familiarity.
Her heart sobs, "She is dead!" A slave of shame has taken her place.
He approaches and takes her face in His hands. No one has ever done that before. The overwhelming intimacy turns her face crimson, not with shame but with vulnerability. His thumbs sweep over her cheeks and wipe her tears from her face. As He takes His hands from her face and places them on her head, her throat aches with fresh cries as she sees the filth on His hands. Her filth. He draws back His hands, and she senses something on her head. Perhaps in His mercy He has hooded her disgrace.
The man offers her His hands, still covered with soot, and she takes them. Suddenly she is standing. Trembling. He leads her to the brass mirror hung on the wall. She turns her face away. He lifts her chin. She gives the mirror only a glance. Her heart is startled. She begins to stare. Her face is creamy white. Her cheeks are blushed with beauty. Her eyes are clear and bright. A crown sits on her head, and a veil flows from its jewels to her shoulders. Her torn coat is gone. A garment of fine white linen graces her neck and adonrs her frame. The King's daughter, pure and undefiled. Beauty from ashes.

Written by Beth Moore "Breaking Free"
Find the story of Tamar in 2 Sam 13

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