Hello, forlorn blog...How have you been?

Two months later....

So basically, I have circa three blogs that are half-finished...and that will probably never be posted... :-/

Maybe...

But my last blog was so depressing...so much has happened since then...

So Thanksgiving was good. Dinner with the fam...board games afterward. Classico (Italian for 'classic'...sometimes the whole I-pretend-to-speak-a-foreign-language-by-adding-o's-to-the-end-of-words thing actually works...).

The semester's almost over, and it's official: I graduate in May. Score.

What's that? Sorry I didn't hear you. What am I doing after graduation?

Well..............how 'bout them Yankees?



I'm praying about a few options...Japan, Edge Corps...some new stuff just opened in Italy. I'm still not ready to make a decision. If I were completely honest with myself, I would be most excited if God said, "Hey, Ashley, let's go skip around Tokyo for the next couple years. I'll bless you and we'll love people together." I just don't know that that's what He's saying.

Waiting is frustrating...but I'm trying to live in the moment. That's what I'm supposed to do. Look's good on paper, doesn't it? It's way difficult...uber difficult, even. I'm distracted a lot, and there are things to trust Him with NOW...not just for next year or the year after that.

Senior year is a heck of a lot of "HOLY CATS! WHAT IS HAPPENING?!"...in case you were wondering.


I'm learning to see how much of a miracle times of rest are...and how powerful the presence of God really is in all this...and how important dependence on Him is...even though profound vulnerability is at times overwhelming.



Worn out, wasted
Like a bird with broken wings
Sometimes grace reminds me
I don't get to be the king

But love it washes over
Love it pulls me closer
Love it changes everthing

Everything is beautiful
Even when the tears are falling
I don't need a miracle to believe
Even in the crashing down
I can hear redemtion calling
And everything is beautiful to me

Sweetly, You release me
From the weight of what I've done
The trigger trips the hammer
But the bullets never come

And love like a landslide
Like the wind
Spins around me pulls me in
At it's unveiling, I begin



Everything is Beautiful by Starfield. Beautiful, true words. :)

Thanks for Your love, my Lord. It's way more precious than anything within my ability or strength to accomplish.