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Name: Ashley
Country: United States
State: joy
Birthday: 12/14/1985
Gender: Female
Interests: I like to express myself through the art of dance :P I like to sing, play, frolic, skip, jump, praise my LORD, laugh, and run around in circles. :)
Expertise: I LOVE TO DANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Other
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AIM:  sizzlinsista1214
Member Since:
12/14/2003
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| This is the moment I have been waiting for. Sweet clarity. When understanding touches knowledge and awakens the soul. My eyes are wide open and I am ready to run. Like a gazelle leaping forward through the meadow, I am so full of life…I want to burst at the hope that is taking my heart by storm. I can’t explain it—such assurance that God is working. He is answering. He is near and not far. I can’t contain my tears at the thought. When I have felt like the darkness would swallow me…how close He was, how patient, how comforting, enabling me to walk forward toward something beautiful. Not that I have reached the end…but just to know that there is a destination. My heart swells in the solitary moments when it all makes sense. Harmony. Reason. Vision. Then I can dance. Did you know that the Hebrew word for rejoice really means “to spin around and leap as if taken over by a violent emotion”? The Bible is filled with the language of movement. {Dance}. Can I just say that English falls so short sometimes in capturing the depth of meaning in Scripture, Hebrew and Greek wincing at the words that take their place and fail to grasp their richness? With violent emotion—rejoice. And be glad, for He is good.
Running ever faster,
Ashley Ellen
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| i felt a rush in the running--
the wind against my face
a mind bursting at the seems,
longing for little more than
bare branches against the stars and peace.
i read a story once
that taught me how to dream
to look for shining moments of delight
in the depth of drawing night,
in which lovely moons whisper tales
of golden sunsets, beauty bright
if you had told me that the sun
could blast out the stars in one flare
i still would sit and stare
and dare to wonder at the stars in turn;
i love my dreams, though they too burn
in tested time of lost and missing rhymes.
i will dream again.
and pray that the prophecies are true
the words sound and rare
the triumph and passion worthy of love
but given only to share--
share with me.
sun set me flying....
goodnight, sweet stars.
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| dear. it's okay to cry. dear
let me sing you a song and make you smile.
i know what it feels like to laugh at yourself
and worry that the only person who got the joke is you
the truth is that we're all hoping that the shoe fits
and the clock works, like clock work
we all spin around and fall down, the sprigs fly
and we all die, but it's not the end of time
there's more to love than a line
and i know that the chances we take
though our hearts might break
they are worth the grieving and leaving
because they reveal what we're made of
and that there's more to our faith than fanciful words
made of blind truth and eloquence
Lord, thank you for the crags and crosses
the pains and the losses
because they were the first thing to drive me to you
and let me know the futility of greed and selfish striving
that the deepest despair would be to live without meaning
and do it ignorantly
but by your grace, i see
dear soul, love remains when all the beauty is gone
and it reinvents beauty in the ugly places
where no one would ever guess to find it
love believes all things
and watches them come true
how beautiful
humbling
and truly magical
Thank you, Jesus, for loving me
(beauty still to come)
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| I need to be so careful with my heart....I'm in deep waters here.... | | |
| I threw dynamite in the sky and watched it explode
And yet never guessed it would sound like that
The deafening loudness and the quiet that followed
Were placed in order and experienced sequentially;
Though who ever knew that the succeeding moments
Would be so solemn and anticlimactic?
The fire, the boom, all fading into quiet vapor all around me
I touched the water and a shiver went up my spine
The cold pervading my nerves and compacting them, too
Heavy, heavy is the heart in need of warmth
And rest in the pool of strength, peace, and self-control
The swallowed tears have no escape, for there is hope
And dreary lies make no ripple here, but disintegrate
And fall beneath the surface of my memory
If I could ask one thing, it would be to know
To understand, accept, turn from, and forget what will never be
Does that sound strange coming from this being of bite-sized faith?
I speak from a table, banqueted with pride, desire, and imagining
Selfishness, the most familiar of all overtakes me
And yet there's a small part of me
That wills to accept what will never be without knowing why
And that is the me that I want to be
And pray that God fills me up to the fullest
So I can feast in His love and stop asking so many questions | | |
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