What I Want My Daugther to Know….

I haven’t blogged in a while…well, I have- but I’ve blogged on my walk (awesomelyashleigh.wordpress.com) and the Boutique (forgetmenotboutiqueathome.com). What happens when you blog for a living? Your personal blog gets neglected haha!
Anyway- this Is a little re-blog….just because I want my daughter to know….


My job as your mom, Rain, is to not just hope someone else will teach you this, or just hope you know it…but that I strive to teach you this everyday!


Just added this to my blog awesomelyashleigh.wordpress.com- that’s where I share my very elementary notes on my Bible study.

My Walk

Today’s observation came from Mark 7- here the Pharisees call Jesus out in public…again….and again Jesus looks at them like “duh”. Check it out Mark 7:6-8….

And he said to them, “Well did Isaiah prophesy of you hypocrites, as it is written,
“‘This people honors me with their lips,

but their heart is far from me;
in vain do they worship me,

teaching as doctrines the commandments of men.’ You leave the commandment of God and hold to the tradition of men.” (Mark 7:6-8 ESV)

I’m going to admit something…in doing so I hope I have company in my confession.
Sometimes after having gone to the bathroom- I don’t wash my hands. The sad thing is- I turn on the water as though to wash my hands, sometimes I wet them sometimes I merely stand with my dry hands in the sink. Then I find a towel and proceed to…

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I have reblogged a lot lately.  If that bugs you….SORRY!!!  There is a lot of good content out there that is close to my heart.  I could a) try rewriting it and passing it off as my own, or b) give due credit to it’s original poster by just highlighting it here.

Here summer is…on the dawn of the 4th of July Holiday, in the clearing smoke from the fire in Herriman, I’m left to wonder what happens from here.  Sure we may not do fireworks this year…truth be told, I can’t tell you the last time we purchased fireworks…oh yeah…it was that year Rain was 4 and an errant super tanker firework zoned in on her and spit purple popping beads of fire and noise at her…good times…good times.  Anyway…

We may not light fireworks but there is a bigger question here…what if…?  What if we lived closer to the fire, not nestled safely in our little neighborhood?  What if we had purchased that home up on the hill side cuz Lord (and our family and realtor) knows we looked at plenty of them!  What if?  My worries would scale much bigger than “gee, no fireworks this year”.  It lead me to ponder…is my house in order?  Not just on a physical sense, but on a bigger scale.  Things are just that…things.  But have McDaddy and I prepared our family biblically for disaster?  In my the hail of my questions, I came across this blog post and wanted to share it.

In the end, (to quote the blog) Anyone can build a house of wood or stone, but it takes love to build a home.

My prayer for the families affected by this catastrophe is that they can find comfort in what they do have instead of what they lost…..


If you had only a few minutes to gather up a few select treasures of your life before fleeing a raging inferno, what would you take – and what would you leave behind?

Families in Colorado Springs were faced with this very question this past Tuesday. In just a matter of minutes, a wildfire that had been contained in canyons bordering the city swept down through the hillsides.  The sky, which had been sunny, turned red. Ash and cinders rained down for miles in every direction.

One of my colleagues, Paul Batura, who was on vacation and painting inside his house in the affected area, said the scene appeared apocalyptic.

“After securing our three little boys,” he wrote, “we ran from room to room. Some dear friends from a mile away appeared like angels on our doorsteps, and assisted with the mad dash. A few boxes of pictures, a wedding album, keepsakes from the boys’ births, and a file drawer of family records was all time allowed us to gather. In a flash we were gone as our street became enveloped in smoke. Eleven years of marriage and our respective and collective lives reduced to what two cars could carry.”

Over 32,000 people were evacuated from their neighborhoods in Colorado Springs Tuesday afternoon. Where Jean and I live, is still out of the line of fire, but our neighbors to the west are not so fortunate. More people are expected to be evacuated and impacted by nightfall. Focus on the Family, if you’re wondering, is also not under any evacuation order.

What does it do to a person to flee their home from a raging fire with only minutes to spare?  To listen to those who have done so is to be reminded that it does quite a lot, especially force one to prioritize.

“You’re reminded again what’s most important,” one of the evacuees reflected. “Life can change in an instant. We might think we know what lies beyond sight, but we don’t.”

Tragedy of this kind is shocking and devastating, of course, but it’s not a new development. Scripture reminds us that the rain falls on the just and unjust, and there is often no explanation what the Lord allows some people to suffer more (or so it seems) than others.

The city of Colorado Springs is in mourning as hundreds of families are faced with the reality of coming “home” to a pile of smoldering embers.

Paul, who is still unsure of his family’s housing fate, was lying awake last night, his emotions ravaged and raw, wondering what was happening just a few miles away. As he watched the news video, he said, of the houses being consumed by fire, he was reminded of what his late mom used to say:

“Anyone can build a house of wood or stone, but it takes love to build a home.”

As a body of believers, we may feel bruised at times, but with Jesus by our side, “we are hard pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed” (2 Cor 4:8-9)

Please join me in praying for all the victims of this fire and the many others who are facing similar challenges all around the country.

Read the original here…


Until next brag…



I’m a fan of reflagging- especially when the words intricately extract your thoughts and enunciate them in a way you could never have dreamed. For this reason, I am sharing a post I happened across on a dear friends blog. I hope you enjoy!
Loves! Me

Jolene's Cuppa Jo

This article is great and something we all can take to heart in some way or another. The one question I have is; what if you’re childhood was good, and what if you grow into being a parent blamer after you’ve reached adulthood over some stupid issue, or disgruntlement that (for whatever reason) you won’t bother to discuss with your parents? If you know someone who falls into that category – and there are more than a few – then this article is for them too!

Please note that this isn’t an article to be directed to the more severely abused children. I have no tolerance for that type of behavior and in a perfect world – parent’s like that should have never been granted the privilege of being a parent.

No – this article is for adults who refuse to grow up and take ANY responsibility for why their…

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Funny how God provides what you need when you need. This post was sitting in my inbox this morning and it’s JUST what I needed to hear.

Let’s Keep Easter Easter

This past year and a half my main WIN (see more here on a WIN) has been to simplify.  I hunger for simplicity in life, in things, in mind.  This last Christmas, I (think) successfully removed our family from the crazy that is Christmas with my first Consumerism Sit Out.  We hand made gifts, and few they were.  WE  brought the focus back to what Christmas REALLY is…a little baby in a manger 2000 years ago.  Fast forward to now.  I started thinking about Easter.  We spend MONTHS preparing for Christmas yet Easter always seems to be an afterthought.  Every year about a week before Easter, I look at McD and say…crap.  What are we doing for Easter??!!  So in true Easter style, I started thinking last week…Crap.  What are we doing for Easter??!!  As usual, He provides and He provided in the form of a Sunday Sermon where our clergy shared the Resurrection Eggs with the children.  THEY LOVED IT!  So, on Sunday, we are doing them again….in Ashleigh form of course!  Here it is:

You will need:

a yummy breakfast bread…So we can break bread when we find it.

4 dimes (cuz I have 4 kids)

4 swatches of purple minkee

a crown of thorns (look at Hobby Lobby)

a big rope

a cross

4 nails-big ones

a piece of card stock- this is to make a sign that says “KING OF THE JEWS”

4 pieces of sponge

4 spears…I used little arrows from a dollar store toy then just cut the “feathers” at the end off so it looked like a spear

1 big round rock

4 big eggs- to have them find with nothing in them for the empty tomb.

1 Rubbermaid Tote (to store this all)

My plan is to hide each of these items around the house and yard…instead of eggs.  I plan to have them find the bread bring it back, and as we eat it, we will read the correlating passage. (Don’t worry those are next).

So there you have it!  I want this to be as interactive as possible…hence the bigger items and multiples of a few items.  Maybe its the Montessori in me, but I want them to touch, feel, breathe, eat, and smell the story!

Oh, and don’t panic, here are the passages….

Bread: Matthew 26:26- While they were eating Jesus took a piece of bread,
gave a prayer of thanks, broke it, and gave it to His disciples.
“Take and eat it,” He said, “This is My body

Dimes– Matthew 26: 14-15 hen one of the twelve disciples, named Judas Iscariot, went to
the chief priests and asked, “What will you give me if I betray
Jesus to you?” They counted out thirty silver coins and gave
them to him.”

Purple Minkee’s– Mark 15:17- They put a purple robe on Jesus…

Crown of Thorns– Matt 27:29- Then they made a crown out of thorny branches and placed it on
His head, and put a stick on His right hand; then they knelt
before Him and made fun of Him. “Long live the King, of the
Jews!” they said.

Rope– Mark 15:15- Pilate wanted to please the crowd, so he set Barabbas free for
them. Then he had Jesus whipped and handed Him over to be

Cross – John 19: 17-18- This year I’ll use a bracelet with a cross on it, but I want McD to make me a wood cross

He went out, carrying His cross, and came to “The Place of the
Skull,” as it is called. (In Hebrew it is called “Galgotha.”) There
they crucified Him.

Nails-John 20:25b  Thomas said to them, Unless I see the scars of the nails in His hands and put my finger on those scars and my hand in His side, I will not believe.”

Sign– Luke 23:38
Above Him were written these words: THIS IS THE KING OF

Sponge– Matthew 27:48

One of them ran up at once, took a sponge, soaked it in cheap
wine, put it on the end of a stick, and tried to make Him drink it.

Spear– John 19:34

One of the soldiers plunged his spear into Jesus’ side, and at
once blood and water poured out.

Rock– Matthew 27:59-60
Joseph took the body, wrapped it in a new linen sheet, and
placed it in his own new tomb, which he had just recently dug
out of solid rock. Then he rolled a large stone across the
entrance to the tomb and went away.

Nothing– Matt 28:6
He is not here. He has risen just as He said.

There you go!  I apologize for the no pics….I’ll get some up when we do this on Sunday!
Until next brag……

The Hunger Games Continued

A while back I had posted how the Hunger Games had taken my life hostage .  Why, I wondered, was I so captivated by this series?  Yeah sure, I have ripped through a few series in my time BUT  The Hunger Games has been different.  I have analyzed and thought and wondered and dreamed about these books on more than one occasion in the the short time since finishing them.  Today  think I may have stumbled upon my answer.  So in true Ash form, I wanted to shout it from the mountain tops!

The following exerpt is in NO WAY MY WRITING.  I do not wish to dishonor my self by passing it off as my brain child.  It would be a disservice to the actual author.  That said: HERE is the original link

Here is the copy/paste 🙂

So every teenage girl, it seems, wants to be Katniss.

I’m not surprised.  I would, too.

The Hunger Games is about culture, and more specifically, Katniss vs. Culture. And it’s our culture, of course, through the lens of caricature.

It’s our culture, and every teenage girl, it seems, would like to pick up a bow, and fire an arrow directly into the heart of it, and watch it die.


In the books (I haven’t seen the movie, yet) Katniss is substance, and adult culture – embodied and enforced by the Capitol – is all about appearances. It’s mean, it’s selective, it’s heartless, it’s cruel, and it pits one-teen-against-the-other.

Katniss cares about her appearance, but not very much.  It’s the Capitol, the culture, that cares very much, foisting makeup and fashion experts upon her, each charged with making her understand how important outward beauty is to her survival. They convince her: Change, and change outwardly, and extremely… or you will not survive.

Katniss has romantic feelings, but they don’t control her story. It’s the Capitol, the culture, that wants romance to control her story, to define her, and give her meaning.

Katniss wants to protect her younger sister from this culture. No girl, she thinks, should be drawn into this, but certainly not one so young. But to her horror, the Capitol, the culture, wants to draw in the youngest, the pre-teen, girl.

Katniss wants to provide for her family, in the absence of her father. The Capitol, effectively, took her father from her, through his work. Forced to work in mines, he was killed in an explosion.

Katniss wishes she didn’t need to hunt, but she is willing to do what it takes to make it work. The Capitol, the culture, literally sets up barriers to stop her.

Katniss finds a boy/man who is flawed, but self-sacrificing, protective, warm, and committed to not being changed by the culture. He will not, he says, become a self-seeking “monster.” The Capitol, the culture, is patronizingly charmed by that… as it is fully committed to changing him into a self-seeking monster.

Katniss knows truth matters. She’s no philosopher, but she knows loyalty matters. She knows sacrificing for the vulnerable matters. She knows there is such a thing as Good, even if she can’t articulate it. The Capitol, the culture, tries to convince her otherwise.

Katniss loves her family. The Capitol finds that quaint, and valuable only in that it adds to an entertaining storyline, since amusement is, of course, the ultimate goal. And a human, a teenage girl, only has value to the extent the Capitol, our culture, is attracted to her.

No wonder Katniss wants to kill it.

And millions of teenage girls want to help her.


Original Post is courtesy of Air 1’s Brant Hansen



When beautiful Rain was born 11 years ago, what I knew I wanted to impart to her most is a solid sense of self.  While I know that the only true way to achieve that is through a good relationship with her Savior, I do feel there are a few tools I can provide her with on her walk.  In the past few years, our paths have taken on vastly different courses.  I am a GIRLY GIRL to the hilt, and she is NOT.   I’ve had to learn that its not my place to choose what to support her in, just to support her in what she deems worthy.  Right now; soccer and hockey are what she deems worthy. Sure I wanted it to be dance or acting, but its not my life she’s living…it’s hers.

Rain loved these books too, you can read more about that HERE.  She too is obsessed, and I believe we are experiencing our first bout of superstar crush.  But more importantly, she loves Katniss and can connect with her on a deep level.  After reading Brants post, I’m inclined to say HELL YEAH!  Rain you can have that kind of a superhero any day.  I don’t know how it’s happened, but somehow, what I’ve wanted to impart the most to her is exactly what she’s showing me is important to her too.  Funny how just when you think you’re lost, your FOUND.


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