Slipping through my fingers all the time.


Today I offered to babysit for someone, then realized I had probably better check my calendar.  So, I got Matilda and pulled up my calendar.

The highlighted day, the one that is supposed to be the day that you are living at the moment, was July 30th.  As in, almost done with July.  As in, one more day til the month of departures and significant change and upheaval arrives.  As in, I only have three weeks to finish my Purgewhich has had rather slow progress.

As in, this is the moment where I sit alone in my kitchen and say “oh my gosh.”  Then I say it again.  And again until all the words run together.  And it’s like that moment when you feel around in the bottom of the bag of pretzel M&M’s and realize that they all disappeared while you were eating them.  I lived every single day of summer – and most with at least a little purpose, some more than others.  All of a sudden, however, it’s July 30th.

So my steps forward are clear:

1) Check the date every day so that this kind of shock never happens again.

2) Make a list of things that must get accomplished in The Purge and other areas of life.

3) Make a list of things that would be nice to get accomplished.

4) Find a laundry hamper, preferably with three sorting spots.

5) Spend more time with Jesus each day to make good habits great habits.

6) Bake a cake.

7) Be as frugal as possible.  Except for certain times when splurging is necessary.

8) Try to see everyday as a gift, a present, like a gift card of time.  And don’t be too hesitant to use it – but then again, don’t waste it.

I have my path.  I think I’ve made lists like this before and promptly forgotten them, so I will actually stick to this one.  Wish me luck.

Happy 30th of July.  I hope it wasn’t a horrible shock to see the date today for you.

Astonishment and wonder


I’m having one of those moments where I don’t believe my eyes. My site stats for my blog say that it has had 212 hits today.
Uh-uh.
No way.
I don’t even think I have enough Facebook friends to make up that many views.
I’m slightly astonished, which makes my logical brain go into “explanatory mode.”
Someone set it as their home page on Internet explorer. Someone refreshed the page 200 times.
Someone accidentally sent out a link to my blog to their entire address book on their email.
For a second I thought – just for a fleeting, hopeful moment- that I might have gotten featured on Freshly Pressed…
Dream on, Ashley. okay, I will!
You want to know something else that amazes me? do tell, Ashley! It’s how many times I hear about God in any given week. I hear about Him at church on Sunday and Wednesday. In Bible class and in my other classes everyday. At my Bible study. At home. On facebook. In the music I listen to. On the radio. In my head. In my quiet time.
He’s everywhere in my life, so you’d think that I’d know absolutely every facet of His character, every detail of His composition. Yet, there are still times when I’m stuck by a glimpse of glory that I have never seen before.
This is why they call Him the alpha and the omega. The everlasting God. Because He never can be understood completely; there is always something new to behold. Not that He changes, but that He turns so we can see another one of His sides – all equally good.
Always something new to discover – a very good thing for humans who go through phases. I’ve gone through tons of phases in my life. Puffy hair phase. Baggy pants phase. Barbies and American Girl Dolls phase. Awkwardly taller than everyone else phase (it’s okay, I came out with confidence!). Braces phase. Phase where I thought I liked rap. Phase where sleeping in til 11:00 in the summer was the greatest thing ever. Phase where I didn’t want to sleep past 8:30. Phase where I wanted to be a forensic scientist. Phase where I wanted to be an engineer or an English teacher.
But never a God phase. Partly because I can never get bored of Him, and partly because He grows on me- with me. Also, because I’m completely dependent on Him for everything. Growing out of a “God phase” would be like dying.
I would like to live. And live for my God at that.