<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629</id><updated>2011-07-25T15:37:03.919-07:00</updated><category term='reflection'/><category term='dom'/><category term='grace'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Worlds Apart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-1717374553658216328</id><published>2008-12-03T01:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T01:32:24.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>me in 103</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;1. real name - Ashley Ann Isaac&lt;br /&gt;3. single or taken- Single&lt;br /&gt;4. zodiac sign - Sag&lt;br /&gt;5. male or female - Female&lt;br /&gt;6. elementary - Captain Meares Elementary&lt;br /&gt;7. middle - none &lt;br /&gt;8. high school - Captain Meares Secondary/PMSS&lt;br /&gt;9. eye color - green&lt;br /&gt;10. hair color - dirty blond&lt;br /&gt;15. are you a health freak - not so much&lt;br /&gt;16. height - 5' 6&lt;br /&gt;18. do you like yourself - most of the time&lt;br /&gt;19. piercings – Ears, and nose&lt;br /&gt;20. tattoos - singular&lt;br /&gt;21. righty or lefty - Righty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST&lt;br /&gt;22. first surgery - none! thankgoodness&lt;br /&gt;24. first best friend - Samantha Streicker&lt;br /&gt;25. first award - reading, i think, those were the days lol&lt;br /&gt;26. first sport - Swimming&lt;br /&gt;27. first pet - Buddy&lt;br /&gt;28. first vacation - i dont remember&lt;br /&gt;30. first crush - Dave Eamer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY&lt;br /&gt;49. eating - nothing&lt;br /&gt;50. drinking - nothing&lt;br /&gt;51. I'm about to - go to bed&lt;br /&gt;52. listening to - my fridge and me typing&lt;br /&gt;53. waiting for- my eyes to droop&lt;br /&gt;54. wearing - nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUTURE&lt;br /&gt;55. want kids - maybe&lt;br /&gt;56. want to get married - Yes&lt;br /&gt;67. careers in mind- i have no idea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;br /&gt;68. lips or eyes - lips&lt;br /&gt;69. hugs or kisses - hmm kisses are good, but I love hugs too&lt;br /&gt;70. shorter or taller - taller&lt;br /&gt;71. tan skinned or light - darrrrrrrrk&lt;br /&gt;72. romantic or spontaneous - a lil bit of each&lt;br /&gt;73. dark or light hair – Dark&lt;br /&gt;74. muscular or normal - lol whats normal?&lt;br /&gt;75. hook up or relationship - depends on the season ;)&lt;br /&gt;76. similar to you or different - variety is the spice of life&lt;br /&gt;77. trouble maker or hesitant -troublemaker, but responsible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER&lt;br /&gt;78. kissed a stranger - Yes&lt;br /&gt;79. drank bubbles - does champagne count??&lt;br /&gt;80. broken a bone - yep, both my arms.. &lt;br /&gt;81. climbed up a tree - Yes&lt;br /&gt;82. broken someones heart - :(&lt;br /&gt;83. turned someone down - yes&lt;br /&gt;85. liked a friend as more than a friend - Oh Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN&lt;br /&gt;86. yourself - most of the time&lt;br /&gt;87. miracles - absolutly&lt;br /&gt;88. love at first sight - maybe?&lt;br /&gt;89. Santa Claus - lol no, but he is dreamy&lt;br /&gt;90. Sex on the first date - lol do i believe in it?? what a weird question&lt;br /&gt;91. angels - Absolutely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY&lt;br /&gt;92. Is there 1 or more people you want to be with right now? Yes&lt;br /&gt;LASTS&lt;br /&gt;95. Text message - Oliver&lt;br /&gt;96. Received call - Sandra&lt;br /&gt;97. Call made - Family&lt;br /&gt;98. Message on facebook - Desmond&lt;br /&gt;99. Missed Call - Work&lt;br /&gt;100. Person you hung out with - Grace&lt;br /&gt;101. You hugged - Karsten&lt;br /&gt;102. You talked to - Sandra&lt;br /&gt;103. Said i love you to - my mamma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that wasted 10 mins of my life :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-1717374553658216328?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/1717374553658216328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=1717374553658216328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/1717374553658216328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/1717374553658216328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2008/12/me-in-103.html' title='me in 103'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-427995333984229871</id><published>2008-10-10T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T12:04:34.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;one: Who are your last 4 texts​ from?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;Garreth and Jay   two: Where​ was your default picture taken​?​ dont have one  three​:​ What'​s your middl​e name?​ Ann  four:​ Whats​ your curre​nt favorite color​?​ blue! like the ocean and sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt; five:​ Does your crush​ like you back?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;haha no crush`s   six: What is your curre​nt mood?​ horny  seven​:​ When is your birth​day?​ december 9th  eight​:​ What color​ shirt​ are you weari​ng?​ grey  nine:​ If you were going​ on a Reali​ty TV show,​ which​ one would​ it be? Big Brother? lol  ten: Are you imagi​ning anyon​e naked​ right​ now? yep  eleve​n:​ Did you ever sneak​ into an R rated​ movie​?​ haha no  twelv​e:​ Ever had a near death​ experience​?​ yea, pneumonia when i was younger  thirt​een:​ Somet​hing you do a lot? masturbate  fourt​een:​ How old will you be in 12 month​s?​ 24  fifte​en:​ Do you want to see someb​ody right​ now? yea  sixte​en:​ How many pierc​ings?​ 5  seven​teen:​ When was the last time you cried​?​ a few weeks ago when I was sick  eight​een:​ Who would​ you do anyth​ing for? My family  ninet​een:​ Who is your hero?​ my mom!  twent​y-​one:​ Ameri​can Pie or Super​bad?​ no thanks  twent​y-​two:​ What'​s your bigge​st fear?​ the dark  twent​y-​three​:​ Are you in love?​ no  twent​y-​four:​ Would​ you ever take one of your ex's back?​ yea  twent​y-​five:​ What are you going​ to do tonig​ht?​ work  :(  twent​y-​six:​ what was the first​ thing​ you said this morni​ng?​ ugh, I cant believe my boss woke me  up!  twent​y-​seven​:​ Speak​ any other​ langu​ages?​ german  twent​y-​eight​:​ Whats​ your favor​ite smell​?​ fire! the ocean  thirt​y:​ Have you ever been kisse​d in the rain?​ yea  thirt​y-​one:​ Do you like rain?​ love it!  thirt​y-​two:​ What are you think​ing about​ right​ now? you!  thirt​y-​three​:​ What shoul​d you be doing​ right​ now? showering  thirt​y-​four:​ Whats​ your favor​ite memor​y?​ growing up:)  thirt​y-​five:​ What are you liste​ning to? the tv!  thirt​y-​seven​:​ Who was the last perso​n you yelle​d at? Im not sure, I dont do alot of yelling  thirt​y-​eight​:​ Do you have a best frien​d?​ yea  thirt​y-​nine:​ who is the last perso​n you said i love you too? My Mom  forty​:​ Who is the last perso​n that made you smile​?​&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;my co worker:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande'; font-size: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-427995333984229871?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/427995333984229871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=427995333984229871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/427995333984229871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/427995333984229871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2008/10/one-who-are-your-last-4-texts-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-3135079183643765411</id><published>2008-09-03T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:09:29.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its been such a long time since  I have blogged anything. I really have nothing new or exciting to post, nor anything important to say.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have spent the past few weeks working as a supervisor at the Panago call centre which has really turned out to be a big test of my patience and is definitely nothing worth writing about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;David moved to Alberta to start Bible college, hard to believe he is out of the house and Grace is the only one left. Ive been feeling rather apathetic about life lately and am trying to break out of that cycle but I dont really know how to escape the misery. I think in order to get the joy back in my life I really need to focus more on my relationship with Christ and actually getting physically active. So I decided once my income becomes a little more steady im gonna join the gym. Ya, I could work out in the outdoors. But I prefer to be in the gym:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I have nothing else to write, just wanted to make a mark in my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-3135079183643765411?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/3135079183643765411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=3135079183643765411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/3135079183643765411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/3135079183643765411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-been-such-long-time-since-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-5528471088168562366</id><published>2007-04-02T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T15:04:27.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John 15:5</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;I am the vine; you are the branches. If a man remains in me and I in him, he will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.  John 15:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000000;"&gt;I started the &lt;em&gt;Experiencing God  &lt;/em&gt;Bible study today. I went to Daniels baptism on Sunday, it was a really emotional day, and my motivation for picking up the old bible. Of course becuase of the enormous change that Dan has made in his life. It was amazing to see how humble and honest  he was before the congragation when he was doing the traditional baptismal questions. I really admire the Joy he has found in the Lord. It was also emotional becuase I realized how much I miss that traditional sunday church service. I could feel the love of Christ in every inch of that room, they sang with such passion. I have had some bitterness against the church but I really feel like the Lord has released me of that. I felt so overwhelmed with Jesus, the good kind of being overwhelmed:P, I want to fall in love with my Saviour again. I want to live a life that is honoring of him. I want to trust in him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;John 15:5 really sticks out to me, without HIM, I can do nothing! NOTHING!   but with Him, I can bear much fruit.  So today I am making the choice to remain in Him. I want to stop worrying about my future and trust that God knows whats going on in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-5528471088168562366?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/5528471088168562366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=5528471088168562366' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/5528471088168562366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/5528471088168562366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2007/04/john-155.html' title='John 15:5'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-2455186905487303851</id><published>2007-01-29T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T20:52:38.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tempt</title><content type='html'>`No servant can serve two masters. Either he will hate the one and love the other, or he will be devoted to the one and despise the other. You can not serve both God and money. ` Luke 16:13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself worshiping my other master. And well at times that other master can be enjoyable, it provides me with temporary satisfaction, so why do I love a master who doesnt love me back, in fact its one that harms me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to serve my Creator, the one who died for me, who gave his life for me, becuase he loves me. I want to draw closer to Him. Why am I finding it so difficult. Day by day I find myself growing nearer, I wish I just was though, I wish it wasnt something I had to work for. I long to be in my Fathers arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words cant express how I feel sometimes, I dont even know how to write about it. I feel so overwhelmed when I think about the love I have been given, the grace that is for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shalom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-2455186905487303851?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/2455186905487303851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=2455186905487303851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/2455186905487303851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/2455186905487303851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2007/01/tempt.html' title='tempt'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-7351374962788541885</id><published>2007-01-24T22:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:07.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I said no</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RbhRC8c-r0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/O0IyNGsUGU8/s1600-h/openhouse+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5023854495361052482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RbhRC8c-r0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/O0IyNGsUGU8/s200/openhouse+011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I havent posted much lately, busy with christmas and pretty much just laziness in typing. Not sure why since Im on msn way to much. I guess its just forming thoughts and putting them together in sentences is what gets to me. Lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said no tonight, it wasnt easy but it needed to be done and I feel really good about the decision.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tonight Im very grateful for my friend and neighbor &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/jenmariemiller"&gt;Jen&lt;/a&gt;. She is always there to encourge me and call me out when I mess up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please keep mother and child safe and healthy tonight Father, for you who read this  please keep them in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-7351374962788541885?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/7351374962788541885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=7351374962788541885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/7351374962788541885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/7351374962788541885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-said-no.html' title='I said no'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RbhRC8c-r0I/AAAAAAAAAAk/O0IyNGsUGU8/s72-c/openhouse+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-843711404277215079</id><published>2006-12-22T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-22T18:01:36.188-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season!</title><content type='html'>I recently went to see The Nativity Story in theatres. I was kind of skeptical going into it because biblical movies tend to be manipulated in order to appeal to the secular world. This one wasnt, I felt that it was really accurate to what we know of the story. Id talk more about it but I know a few people who read this want to see it so Ill wait till they do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am kind of disappointed with myself , I had hoped to be devoted to blogging, but as life may have it, I havent had time or motivation to sit down and record.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-843711404277215079?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/843711404277215079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=843711404277215079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/843711404277215079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/843711404277215079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2006/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-7022331327009104495</id><published>2006-12-04T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:07.186-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Never ceasing to pray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RXS5XHw_lQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/34Z8We6IhB4/s1600-h/prayer_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004828892788135170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RXS5XHw_lQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/34Z8We6IhB4/s200/prayer_hands.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prayer is the ultimate communication with our Creator. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For any relationship to work there needs to be communcation, depending on how strong you want the relationship to be, it relies on the amount of communcation between two people. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are in relationship with Christ, I find when I cease in prayer I become very distant from Christ, but when Im in constant conversation with him I find myself living a more righteous life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself most praying when I am in a time of need, sorrow or desperation. Its rarely in thanksgiving or praise. I often compare my relationship to Christ with one to a close friend. How would I feel if my good friend was only coming to me when she/he needed someting, or was upset everytime they called me. I would probably feel used, like they only call me when it can benefit them. So why should I expect Christ to continuously bless me and encourage me when I cant do the same for him. Not that I am great enough to bless him, but He does ask for my praises and thanksgiving. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last week in church we closed the evening with conversational prayer, which I just thought was awesome. I would love to get into habit in living my life in continuous prayer. In everything, giving thanks to Him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;` Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective. `    James 5:16&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-7022331327009104495?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/7022331327009104495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=7022331327009104495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/7022331327009104495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/7022331327009104495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2006/12/never-ceasing-to-pray.html' title='Never ceasing to pray'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RXS5XHw_lQI/AAAAAAAAAAY/34Z8We6IhB4/s72-c/prayer_hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-4553514933661578007</id><published>2006-12-04T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-04T14:07:52.730-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dom'/><title type='text'>Closure</title><content type='html'>Around this time last year, I was engaged for a few weeks to Dominique so he could stay in Canada. I had prayed about it alot, and came to the peace that I wasnt supposed to marry him. So as you can tell, I never. A few days ago he was deported back to Togo. When I heard that, I felt totally heartbroken. He was being taken away from Canada without a choice, he did everything he could to stay here. And I just really have been feeling that loss for him, I know its not my burden to carry but I cant help it with all that I went through with him. His friend added me to msn, she helped explained what the last few months were like for him, what he went through. I still dont fully understand why it turned out that he had to leave. I feel like its really over now that he is gone, but I dont really feel satisfied with it. This is just a part of my life thats in limbo, no closure. Jesus be with Dominique as he adjusts to living in Togo again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-4553514933661578007?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/4553514933661578007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=4553514933661578007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/4553514933661578007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/4553514933661578007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2006/12/closure.html' title='Closure'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-8290452240665459758</id><published>2006-12-04T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T16:12:07.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RXSImnw_lPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jBYffCzmI1U/s1600-h/ashcourtpat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004775283006346482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RXSImnw_lPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jBYffCzmI1U/s320/ashcourtpat.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hey, I just added this picture to experiment with the blog. And yay! It worked lol. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This pic is of myself, Courtney, and Patrick at the Juan de Fuca trail near Victoria, B.C.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We were meant to do a huge week long hiking trip but due to various health issues with a few of the students we ended up camping for a week. It was a really great time of sharing and learning with each other. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-8290452240665459758?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/8290452240665459758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=8290452240665459758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/8290452240665459758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/8290452240665459758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2006/12/hey-i-just-added-this-picture-to.html' title='Test'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xIIXqaq8B8A/RXSImnw_lPI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jBYffCzmI1U/s72-c/ashcourtpat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8053310351897732629.post-6193027775355031605</id><published>2006-12-03T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T23:19:32.621-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflection'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='grace'/><title type='text'>Grace</title><content type='html'>`Let us therefore come boldly to the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time of need` Hebrews 4:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last few years I`ve really struggled with my sin. I`ve fallen so far away from the Lord. I know he is right there as he always is, but I`ve put him to the side like an old rag. Ive basically been acting as if Jesus didnt die for my sins, and that I dont owe him anything. Even though....I owe him my life. I want to owe Jesus my life, I mean, he saved me from my sins. Its my strong desire to let go of my earthly nature and run into the arms of my Father. I want to go to the throne of grace, and grab hold of that mercy that God has for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold back though, why do I hold back? Why do I avoid the very thing that will complete me, the thing that will make my life worth living?&lt;br /&gt;God is so consistant in talking to me. The one message that I have always gotten loud and clear is GRACE. Total grace, regardless of what Ive done, he is still willing to offer me a life with Him for eternity. I know grace, I feel it all the time. But I hold back from receiving it, I feel unworthy of such an amazing gift. I havent done anything to earn it, but I guess thats what grace is, a gift that we have done nothing to earn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess what I want to know is how do I completly let go of myself and put my trust in the Lord?  How do I come boldly to the throne of grace so that i may obtain His mercy and grace?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8053310351897732629-6193027775355031605?l=tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/feeds/6193027775355031605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8053310351897732629&amp;postID=6193027775355031605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/6193027775355031605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8053310351897732629/posts/default/6193027775355031605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tlaookhaaqwatl.blogspot.com/2006/12/grace.html' title='Grace'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03163635157949561406</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
