Showing newest posts with label Ashton. Show older posts
Showing newest posts with label Ashton. Show older posts

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Happy Birthday, Dear Ashton

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Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Ashton, happy birthday to you. Ashton has a birthday in a couple of days and I wanted to get a head start on the celebration of her 10th year.

Every time I go to see Ashton or she comes to see us, there is something that she loves to do. Can you guess what it is?

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Every night and every morning she goes and gets the hair brush, brings it to me, and I brush and I brush and I brush and I love it and I love it and I love it even though my arm is falling off, falling off, falling off. How happy can I be, be, be??????

Go here if you are just dying to read more about this precious granddaughter--smile--




Monday, May 17, 2010

Subbie and Fakey

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My granddaughter, Ashton, has a doll named Lovey that she has had ever since the day she was born. Lovey has comforted and slept with her every night for many years. Actually it is (or if you saw it you might say "WAS" the head of a little white lamb with a body of soft, soothing fabric--just the kind babies love to grab hold of and hang on to when they are sleeping.

However, from time to time, Lovey disappears, gets misplaced or has to go in the laundry basket. This can be very traumatic for child and parents.

Ashton's other grandparents are big garage salers so they have found a couple of "Lovey's" to take her place during those times she is missing. Remarkably they are very close in looks to the real thing. But from day one, when she was tiny, Ashton knew the difference and would have no part of Subbie or Fakey--the replacement dolls' names--only the "real thing" would do.

I couldn't help but think of us Christians and how at times when we need true rest and comfort, we reach for things that are substitutions for or imitations of the "real thing."

I pray that we will not be like those described in Isaiah 28:12:

God has told his people, "Here is a place of rest; let the weary rest here. This is a place of quiet rest." But they would not listen.

They chose to accept a substitute for the place of rest that God had provided for them. And they would not listen.

As Ashton knew her real lamb and would not accept an imitation, I pray that we will only be willing to partake of the true Word of God, for true rest comes only from the hand of our Father.

May you cling to the Lamb, reach out for Him, and rest in Him today.


"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:29, NIV

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I long to rest in Him.


I am unwrapping the gift of rest today at Tuesdays Unwrapped.
Photos: Pictures of our darling Ashton several years ago. She was so serious about that tea party and did NOT want to take that dress off that was provided by the photographer. Oh, me!

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

field of dreams come true

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I dreamed of taking my granddaughters to Wye Mountain to the field of daffodils. My dream came true today.

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Happy Dreaming!

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Tuesday, March 16, 2010

oh, how grand

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Oh how grand to spend early spring days with precious grandchildren, Ashton and Noelle. My heart is bursting with love for them. Thank you, Lord, for the memories we will make these few days.

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Wednesday, December 16, 2009

I saw Jesus

Ann over at Holy Experience suggested that we might write about where we have seen Jesus in this Christmas season.

I have seen Him in numerous places--one of which is pictured above*--our candlelight service this past Sunday morning. Also, I saw Him in a granddaughter's home-schooling Christmas program.

When I was a young girl, my heart's desire was to be a ballerina and to take piano lessons. The small bump in the road where I lived when I was the age to start taking dance had one grocery store, a school, one church and about ten houses. Needless to say, that was out of the question.

I have written about Ashton, our ballerina, before but I wanted to share this small video with you. I guess I am living vicariously but it is a dream come true to see my flesh and blood dancing and especially dancing for Jesus.

I ran out of room on my little video camera right when she started to perform her dance. I almost cried but I am going to share the dress rehearsal number. The main differences between the rehearsal and the live performance--

no little children running around
a packed house
no brown paper bags
the mom had on an teal and black outfit

and the GREATEST DIFFERENCE--instead of a recorded song, the youngest choir kids were singing the song--I'm so sorry that you don't get to hear those precious little voices--

Ashton is dancing with one of the home-schooling moms and her daughter. She has three other daughters and is several months pregnant with her fifth. You will see 3 out of 4 of her daughters in this clip. And maybe a small glimpse of the 4th talking to my husband.

I saw Jesus in this interpretive praise dance. I hope it blesses you this holiday season. It takes about 20 seconds or so before it begins--sorry! You can get a full screen by clicking on the little flower icon next to "Vimeo."

Ashton Dance Rehearsal from Elizabeth Dianne on Vimeo.


Here is a link to my favorite song about seeing Jesus. If this song is not played or sung at my funeral, you will know that my family either does not read my blog or they pay me "no nevermind." LOL




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*--if you are reading this on or near December 16, 2009--header will change

Saturday, November 28, 2009

ashton, our ballerina

Ashton dances around the Christmas tree!

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Merry Christmas!
Dianne