1.31.2012

a quiet morning...

Although I don't enjoy sleeping in when I've got things to do, I DO enjoy the quiet that has yet to be pervaded by the raucous noise of the day.  The clacking of the keyboard and the gentle hum of the refrigerator are all I'm listening to right now.  

The quiet that exists in my physical world has yet to begin in my mental world, since the voice inside my head is making me feel guilty for not setting my second alarm.  That voice in my head is the bane of my existence, telling me I should have done this or I should have done that.  Sending me on long road trips of guilt and shame.  

Well I'll send that voice on a road trip of its own...when I've spent some much needed time in prayer and God's Word.  

Get back into the quiet, and be still in Him. 

Love,
Ashleigh

1.26.2012

Cabbage...

We made a cabbage stir-fry for dinner last night.  It was very good with rosemary (apparently I've got Jake hooked now).  I ate mine with lentils, and Jake had chicken and potatoes smothered in Diana sauce.  It looked amazing.  I love cabbage, and how versatile it is.  One of these days I might try cabbage rolls...

Love,
Ashleigh

1.25.2012

New Favourite Fruit...

I've recently started eating healthier, and I mean extremely healthy.  I haven't had anything sweet in 13 days and  counting.  It's been an amazing diet transformation, one that my body is still getting used to.  Jake always tells me that I need to stick with something for three months before it actually becomes a habit.  I hope I don't have to go without sweets for three months, but when I do let them back in, they've got to be extremely moderated.

Anyways, that wasn't the point of this post.

The point of this post was to sing the praises of: the grapefruit, my new favourite fruit.

Bananas are my all-time favourite fruit, but I'm not eating them right now due to their high sugar content (yes, I know it's natural, but if you saw what I like to eat bananas with, you'd understand.  I mean, who else eats bananas and chocolate chips for breakfast?!)

Since this is grapefruit season, I've basically been having one every day for the past week.  I have never been so content with slicing up each little section, and digging out the perfect segment of juicy sourness.  They are just the right size to keep me going until lunch.

Back in the fall, I actually ate a grapefruit like you eat an orange. The skin is more tough than an orange, so I couldn't eat that, but I peeled it and sucked out the juices!  It was delightfully satisfying.

Get your grapefruit on!

Love,
Ashleigh

p.s. why do they call it 'grape' fruit, when it looks nothing like a grape?!

1.24.2012

Attitude Check...

Even though I'm approaching my 26th birthday this year, I'm still learning something about myself every day.  It's a part of life.  Yesterday I was reminded that I feel much better when I start my day right.  A short visit with a friend makes a world of difference in my mood and attitude throughout the day.  I often find myself coming in to work in the morning grumpy or moody, but I think that's simply because I haven't had anyone to share the morning with.

I'm more of a people person than I would like to admit.  On the other hand, I find myself avoiding people when the occasion arises.  My dichotomous nature keeps me on my toes, but I'm learning that fatigue and stress have a huge part to play.

The part that has me concerned, though, is how I am much too sensitive to what others might think of me.  Get that word: might.  I have no idea what people think about me, but I hear myself telling Jake something akin to, "I can't do that, they'll judge me" OR "everyone thinks I'm bla bla bla" time and time again.  He's so wise, that husband of mine.  He keeps reminding me that we don't need to fear man (besides that, we don't even know what they're thinking, so it's no use speculating).  My fear of what others might say or do can be debilitating, and I get unnecessarily stressed out trying to live up to their expectations- at least, the expectations I think exist (when, it reality, they most likely don't).  This tension is hard to live with.

I took some time this morning to look up verses that talk about this struggle.  I definitely need the encouragement from God's Word!

"Lift up your eyes to the heavens, and look on the earth beneath.  For the heavens will vanish away like smoke, the earth will grow old like a garment, and those who dwell in it will die in like manner;
but my salvation will be forever, and my righteousness will not be abolished.
Listen to Me, you who know righteousness, you people in whose heart is My law: 
Do not fear the reproach of men,
nor be afraid of their insults.  For the moth will eat them up like a garment, and the worm will eat them like wool;
but My righteousness will be forever, and my salvation from generation generation."
 ~Isaiah 51:6-8

"The
fear of man
brings a snare, but whoever
trusts in the Lord
shall be safe."
~Prov. 29:25

"Jesus said: 'Whatever I tell you in the dark, speak in the light; and what you hear in the ear, preach on the housetops.  And
do not fear
those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul.  But rather 
fear Him
who is able to destroy both soul and body in hell.  Are not two sparrows sold for a copper coin? And not one of them falls to the ground apart from your Father's will.
But the very hairs of your head are all numbered.  
Do not fear
therefore;
you are of more value than many sparrows."
~Matthew 10:27-31

"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom, and the knowledge of the Holy One is understanding."
~Prov. 9:10

Ultimately, it is the Lord that I should be fearing.  He is God! He is the creator of the universe, and he demands reverence and holy fear.  And yet, He is my Father, and He keeps me safe when my humanity fears what I cannot see.  He is the one who brings salvation.  May His Name be praised forever!

Love,
Ashleigh



**Emphases are mine



1.23.2012

Treasured...

Thinking about this song today...


Treasure
by Flyleaf


"That night I felt like I'd become something treasured, different"

Can I tell you a story as we dance while the sun starts to bleed?
Song of songs, love is calling, daughter wake up from your sleep

Refined, I'll become the most dazzling precious treasure
I'll be treasured over all the earth

Bearing the gift of a new heart
Patience ablaze I'm slowly burning

Refined, I'll become the most dazzling precious treasure
I'll be treasured over all the earth
Refined, I'll become the most dazzling precious treasure
I'll be treasured over all the earth

I am in awe and in shock, I'm in love and given away
I'm reserved with these words

Can I tell you a story as we dance while the sun starts to bleed?
Trees rejoice with the wind here, hallelujah Yeshua

Tonight I've become the most dazzling precious
I am treasured over all the earth

Just look at what He's done, how He's laying down His life
Take this life, oh, most dazzling precious treasure

Tonight I've become the most dazzling precious treasure
I am treasured over all the earth






Love,
Ashleigh

1.21.2012

Date Night...

Jake and I try to save one night a week that we can go on a date, or just spend intentional time together.  Last night I wanted to go with him  to a Cafe that I'd enjoyed this week, only to discover that it closes at 3pm every day.  Nonplussed, we went to William's instead.  I drank a lemon tea while Jake scarfed down the biggest Belgian waffle I'd ever seen, drenched in strawberries and caramel sauce, and topped with two huge scoops of vanilla ice cream.  It was so distracting that I had to hide it behind a menu while I chatted and he ate.  He's been craving waffles for a long time, so I'm glad that he finally ordered one.

Since we've been trying to save money, our date nights haven't included restaurants for a while.  We compromised by going to a coffee shop, where you spend much less.  I find it hard to count something a date unless we are eating out, or going out, or paying money.  My mind has come to a little rut in that area of life.  However, it's the quality time that counts, and I enjoy spending every minute with my Jake.

He's such a hardworking man.  He even chose to work today, and forfeit his two-day weekend so that we could make some extra money.  It's only a five hour shift, but I'm so thankful that he's able to provide.  I've started to work more (I've picked up four babysitting shifts and four extra hours at the college), so hopefully I can contribute something too!

Love,
Ashleigh

1.20.2012

Castles in the sand...

Right now I'm thinking of my parents, who are, at this moment, on their first Caribbean cruise.  After 25 years of marriage, they've finally gone on a proper honeymoon, with some help and encouragement from their parents and their children.  We wanted them to have a wonderful and relaxing time, and I hope it's been just that.  They're coming back on Monday, and I can't wait to hear all about it.

I, myself, have never been on a cruise.  Jake and I went to the Dominican for our honeymoon, and we had a great time there (even though the sun only came out 3/7 days).  I've heard that the food on cruises are fantastic, and that some of the ships are just spectacular.  We've come a long way since the Titanic!

In light of that, my brother and I were talking about the cruise ship that went down off the coast of Italy; incidentally, it gave us a quite scare.  We were both reading the news, when the headline about a downed cruise ship caught our attention...only to read it was in Europe, and not in the Caribbean where our parents are.  My heart goes out to the people who have lost family and friends on that cruise.

Love,
Ashleigh

1.19.2012

The Hours...

You'd think one wouldn't be inspired to write something profound at this hour in the morning.  You'd be right.  As much as I'm enjoying this new habit of writing a blog as soon as I get up, I sometimes feel like you're getting the worst of my brain.  Sometimes I sit for 5 minutes trying to think about what to write, or I get distracted and navigate back to facebook.

Jake and I often talk about our 'optimal' working hours.  I have discovered that I work really well in the early afternoon.  I can function perfectly in the morning, don't get me wrong, but I do best work later in the day.  Why?  I have no idea.  But when you know certain details about yourself, it makes it easier to plan when you'll do certain activities.  It might even help you to decide which job to take.

When are your optimal working hours?

Love,
Ashleigh

1.18.2012

Sarah's Key...


I'm enthralled with this book right now.  It is heartbreaking and beautifully written, a story of fierce love, secrets, and pain.  

There is also the movie, which you can borrow at the library. 

Either way, if you like reading stories that take place during WWII, you will be sure to get caught up in this one.  

Love,
Ashleigh 

1.17.2012

You Know You're Reading Too Much When...

I was pleasantly drifting in and out of sleep when all of a sudden a "heard" a noise.  My heart spiked to attack mode, beating furiously within my chest, and I pulled the covers up around me as I tried to decipher what exactly I had heard.  Was it the door? Then it must be Jake.

"Jake?"

My timid voice could be heard calling out his name a few times.  No answer.  Why is he home already?  He just left for work. Is he sick? Is it even him? My mind started reeling.  What if it's not him? What if it was a break-in?  I silently sent up a quick, terrified prayer to God.

Now sweating profusely, I lay there immobilized, trying to devise the best plan.  I will have to get out of the side of the bed farthest from the door, just in case the attacker whips it open and finds me standing right there.  Now for a decent pair of attacking clothes to put on over top of my pajamas...ah, there's that sweater.  And where is a baseball bat when you need one? 

Still working my way over to the door, I was, by now, scrambling for some sort of weapon.  Why are Jake's swords affixed to the wall all the way out in the living room? I grumbled to myself, understanding now how such pieces would be useful to me.  Gazing over the room, I was thinking about what Lisbeth Salander* would use in my position.  I didn't have a tazer or a can of Mace, but I did have a bottle of mousse.  That's gotta hurt if hit hard enough, right?  I tested it against my palm a few times, and, finding it to be durable, I began my search mission for the intruder.

Cautiously opening my bedroom door, I peered into the darkened living room, and slowly flicked on some lights.  By this point, my sweaty palms were making me doubt my choice of weapon, and I readjusted the bottle of mousse, careful to leave it in my strong hand,  and tightened my grip. I tackled the most obvious scary part first: the hall closet.  Small that it may be, it's big enough to hide a willing burglar.  Getting into prime swatting position, I flung open the door with gusto, and found the vacuum sitting there like a good little appliance should.

Finally, the bathroom was the only room left.  When illuminated, I could only see some calcium buildup on the bathtub, and my heart finally slowed down to a manageable pace.  Once out in the living room, I quickly checked behind the couch and the curtain, and finding them both to be empty spaces, I put back my mousse and decided to start hiding a knife under my pillow like Lara Croft.

Love,
Ashleigh


*A crime-fighting self-defence master; otherwise known as the 'girl with the dragon tattoo'.