Sunday, December 25, 2005
Life or something like it
I dunno why that movie title just popped into my head, but it did.
The bahamas was fun and relaxing...minus being sick. I havn't been that sick in a long time. Which made me in a bad mood for a couple of days, so I pity the people around me. I got to ride on the beach!!! It was wonderful. Not the ride single file in a line thing either. I was on a stunt horse names Sun Dancer who had a beautiful canter. I think I got closer to my family and Justin and Matt which was good too.
This break has been weird. Come home unpack and pack in the same day. Leave. Come home unpack, pack in a two day period. Leave. When I get back I'll come back, unpack, probably pack and leave again.... Restful? Doesn't feel like it. But at least I'll have a few days before school starts at home to see people here....maybe.... But its a very good break. I'm enjoying every part of it.
Christmas was fun. I think Christmas is the time of year that everyone likes to send their pastor cookies and fudge, so we're swimming in it right now and myself control decided to take a vacation. This morning was a bit crazy running back and forth between unpacking from the last trip and cooking, but I had music on and enjoyed it. Sadly, the day hit a downward spiral when mom asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She asked me how far I wanted to go. I jokingly said 4 miles. How about 8 she replied. She wanted to walk to Food Lion. I knew dad would kill us but I was up for it anyway cause I'm dumb that way. When we left I glanced at the clock which said 4pm, or so I thought. Later I learned I misread it and it actually read 5pm. we decided to walk on the other side of a fence next to North Rugby road in the undeveloped Sky Top Farms property because we thought it'd be safer. When the fence ended I started to go back to the road. "Why don't we just take that trail Ashley. It'll probably lead to that dirt road that hooks over to North Rugby a bit further up. I agreed. A ways up the trail, we still hadn't seen the dirt road and the trail forked. Mom wanted to take the right trail cause it was pretty, but I refused because it would put us on the wrong side of the river. She didn't believe me, but gave in. Sure enough, when we reached the river we saw the trail mom wanted on the other side. I smiled and teased her a bit. About that time we came to the open fields along side 191. They were so muddy that our shoes were quickly heavy with it. Then, when we tried to cut over to the road we encountered a wall of thorns. After fighting our way through it, we began our hike along 191. Normally, I would have said we should have turned back then, but it was starting to get dark and I prefered the well lit road over the woods in the dark. It was then we realized our big mistake. We were wearing black, had no flashlights and no cell phone. So we figured we'd hike to the nearest place open and call someone to take us home. We made it to the gas station across from Food Lion that was not only remarkably open, but was also giving away free coffee. So with a warm drink we attempted to call someone to help us. Mom wanted to call Dad. I told her it would be a bad idea. She called him anyway saying that he'd be happy that we called him instead of walking back. He was pissed. I have never seen him so mad. Not at me. At mom, saying she was the one responsible. Which made me feel worse cause I felt responsible. I went along with it. I could have said no. I know that mom comes up with a lot of bad adventure ideas, but I went along with it and enjoyed the adventure despite the stupidity of it. Now dad is mad at mom and I'm leaving early in the morning and feel responsible.
Something else happened that made me cry. I'm not saying what, but saying I cried to make a point. Merry Christmas does not mean that it is necessarily happy or without pain. Merry refers to the joy and peace from the love of a God who not only enters into our world but our skin to experience what we experience first hand. Its been said that intimacy is experiencing someone else's world, entering into it and seeing it from their point of view. God performed the most intimate love by coming into our skin, our world, our sin. Amazing how little I comprehend it and even more amazing how I take advantage of it by taking it for granted. May your Christmas be Merry and full of joy.
Please be praying for me on this trip. Pray God will use me despite of myself. Pray for patience and that I will love others above myself. Also, pray for the safety of the team.
The bahamas was fun and relaxing...minus being sick. I havn't been that sick in a long time. Which made me in a bad mood for a couple of days, so I pity the people around me. I got to ride on the beach!!! It was wonderful. Not the ride single file in a line thing either. I was on a stunt horse names Sun Dancer who had a beautiful canter. I think I got closer to my family and Justin and Matt which was good too.
This break has been weird. Come home unpack and pack in the same day. Leave. Come home unpack, pack in a two day period. Leave. When I get back I'll come back, unpack, probably pack and leave again.... Restful? Doesn't feel like it. But at least I'll have a few days before school starts at home to see people here....maybe.... But its a very good break. I'm enjoying every part of it.
Christmas was fun. I think Christmas is the time of year that everyone likes to send their pastor cookies and fudge, so we're swimming in it right now and myself control decided to take a vacation. This morning was a bit crazy running back and forth between unpacking from the last trip and cooking, but I had music on and enjoyed it. Sadly, the day hit a downward spiral when mom asked me if I wanted to go for a walk. She asked me how far I wanted to go. I jokingly said 4 miles. How about 8 she replied. She wanted to walk to Food Lion. I knew dad would kill us but I was up for it anyway cause I'm dumb that way. When we left I glanced at the clock which said 4pm, or so I thought. Later I learned I misread it and it actually read 5pm. we decided to walk on the other side of a fence next to North Rugby road in the undeveloped Sky Top Farms property because we thought it'd be safer. When the fence ended I started to go back to the road. "Why don't we just take that trail Ashley. It'll probably lead to that dirt road that hooks over to North Rugby a bit further up. I agreed. A ways up the trail, we still hadn't seen the dirt road and the trail forked. Mom wanted to take the right trail cause it was pretty, but I refused because it would put us on the wrong side of the river. She didn't believe me, but gave in. Sure enough, when we reached the river we saw the trail mom wanted on the other side. I smiled and teased her a bit. About that time we came to the open fields along side 191. They were so muddy that our shoes were quickly heavy with it. Then, when we tried to cut over to the road we encountered a wall of thorns. After fighting our way through it, we began our hike along 191. Normally, I would have said we should have turned back then, but it was starting to get dark and I prefered the well lit road over the woods in the dark. It was then we realized our big mistake. We were wearing black, had no flashlights and no cell phone. So we figured we'd hike to the nearest place open and call someone to take us home. We made it to the gas station across from Food Lion that was not only remarkably open, but was also giving away free coffee. So with a warm drink we attempted to call someone to help us. Mom wanted to call Dad. I told her it would be a bad idea. She called him anyway saying that he'd be happy that we called him instead of walking back. He was pissed. I have never seen him so mad. Not at me. At mom, saying she was the one responsible. Which made me feel worse cause I felt responsible. I went along with it. I could have said no. I know that mom comes up with a lot of bad adventure ideas, but I went along with it and enjoyed the adventure despite the stupidity of it. Now dad is mad at mom and I'm leaving early in the morning and feel responsible.
Something else happened that made me cry. I'm not saying what, but saying I cried to make a point. Merry Christmas does not mean that it is necessarily happy or without pain. Merry refers to the joy and peace from the love of a God who not only enters into our world but our skin to experience what we experience first hand. Its been said that intimacy is experiencing someone else's world, entering into it and seeing it from their point of view. God performed the most intimate love by coming into our skin, our world, our sin. Amazing how little I comprehend it and even more amazing how I take advantage of it by taking it for granted. May your Christmas be Merry and full of joy.
Please be praying for me on this trip. Pray God will use me despite of myself. Pray for patience and that I will love others above myself. Also, pray for the safety of the team.
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