<?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-221391714144990774</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:24:12.772-08:00</updated><category term='Precious'/><category term='momo'/><category term='Hope'/><category term='Moldova'/><category term='Kenya'/><category term='college'/><category term='Star'/><category term='vogue'/><category term='Ida'/><category term='mesh'/><category term='Job'/><category term='summer camp'/><category term='africa'/><category term='different'/><category term='sefu'/><category term='Deborah'/><category term='jaccue'/><category term='missions'/><category term='street children'/><category term='Rezina'/><category term='mom'/><category term='baby center'/><category term='andrew'/><category term='zach'/><category term='nmc'/><category term='malachi'/><category term='Jesse'/><category term='orphans'/><category term='cosmetology'/><category term='Shear Madness'/><category term='sefa'/><title type='text'>My Journey</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8515145783139030776</id><published>2011-09-01T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-01T19:44:22.739-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Looking Back and Hopeful for What's Ahead.</title><content type='html'>Here's a post from September 20th of last year. Crazy to see whats happend in this last year. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year from now...&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking what I'll be doing a year from now. I have absolutely no idea. A year ago I was making 150 bracelets for the kids at the AGC church in Kenya and getting so pumped up about going over there for 2 weeks. So much has happened in this past year. Kenya completely changed my life. God's given me such a passion for his children overseas. I feel called to work in orphan ministry. I don't know how long or where I'm going yet but I think a year from now, life could possibly be completely different. A year from now, I'll be the big two O, hopefully doing missions in a country where the need is great. Im hopeful for what God has in store over this next year. Im almost halfway done with cosmetology school and excited to be done:) I think I can use this profession for God's glory. I've got some ideas jumpin around in my head :) haha. God is faithful and Im so excited to see what he has in store for me this next year as I hopefully head off into a new chapter of my life working with orphans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....This is just crazy to me. I talked about how I wanted to do missions overseas and I didn't know where or how long. I ended up going to Moldova for 2 months. "hopefully doing missions in a country where the need is great"... As I started working with Operation Mobilization I prayed specifically that God would send me where the need is great and He put me right in the middle of a ton of need in Moldova. My favorite part of this entire blog "I think I can use this profession for God's glory." I'm just smiling, amazed at how God has worked. How He has used this profession to bring himself glory. A few days ago an article was published on the work God did through me in Moldova. It started off the the OM Moldova website then went to the OM News website. Then some missions national news rewrote an article on the article and posted that. And since then another website posted that same article on their website. I'm amazed how God used what little I had to bring such glory to Himself! People are emailing me because they have read the article. They are hearing about what God did and how He used hair to bring people to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read this blog back, I am just amazed by how faithful God is and how now I see that He placed those desires in my heart last year around this time and to see how He accomplished those ideas. He opened the door with Operation Mobilization, sent me where the need is great, and used hairdressing as a way to bring glory to Him. It's awesome to see how God's worked through every event in the past few years. Going way back to sophomore year in high schoool...God placed this country of Kenya on my heart. Then our church started working with the baby center and I was able to go there. I had a desire to go into long term missions then, but God said wait. I went to beauty school and graduated. Then somehow, I ended up in a little country I had never heard of until a few months before I went to live there for the summer. God has just used every little detail and I can see a little now of why He did what He did. I was so hurt and confused when  Icouldn't go to Kenya, but I see it now. He was saving me from something and somewhere I needed to be. At times when I can't see the big picture, I have learned that I can and have to trust God completely. He always sees the big picture and knows what's best for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So a year from now. Life will be different. I see myself overseas for long term missions. I see this ministry of using hairdressing, growing and expanding. I see me learning a new language and culture. I still want to be where the need is great. This will always be my prayer. I can't wait to see what God has in store for this next year. There is one thing I know..."If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give it up for me, you will find it...matthew 10:39" I can't think of anything better for right now than giving up my life here and radically and obediently following Christ. This may mean missing my brother and sister "grow up" as Kylee graduates this year and goes to college and zach graduates next year. This may mean I leave my paying job as a hair stylist here to go do hair for free. This may mean losing friendships here because I will be gone for a year or two. But living life comfortably is no way to live when I know that if I give my life up now, I will have treasure in heaven. I'm so excited to continue on this journey with Christ. I know He has big things in store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://news.om.org/feature-article/r28056"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the article published by OM.&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://mnnonline.org/article/16174"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read the article rewritten at Mission Network News.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8515145783139030776?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8515145783139030776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-back-and-hopeful-for-whats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8515145783139030776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8515145783139030776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/09/looking-back-and-hopeful-for-whats.html' title='Looking Back and Hopeful for What&apos;s Ahead.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-5376576136648413634</id><published>2011-08-08T18:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-08T18:56:53.578-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shear Madness'/><title type='text'>New Chapter: Shear Madness</title><content type='html'>Crazy I've only been home about a week and a half. It feels like so much longer! Jet lag has worn off and I'm still adjusting to "normal life" here at home. So strange that I have to readjust back to my own culture.&lt;br /&gt; I'm so excited to be starting at Shear Madness in Nappanee tomorrow! So thankful to have a job as soon as I got home. Stop in and see me at the salon. Here's the postcard I've sent out..feel free to print it out and save $5 the first time you come in!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GQxjvkHy5s/TkCS6REJt6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/9wX46pVNM7o/s1600/shear%2Bmadness%2Bpostcard%2Bfinal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GQxjvkHy5s/TkCS6REJt6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/9wX46pVNM7o/s400/shear%2Bmadness%2Bpostcard%2Bfinal.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638668263178745762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-5376576136648413634?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/5376576136648413634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-chapter-shear-madness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5376576136648413634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5376576136648413634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/08/new-chapter-shear-madness.html' title='New Chapter: Shear Madness'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3GQxjvkHy5s/TkCS6REJt6I/AAAAAAAAAtU/9wX46pVNM7o/s72-c/shear%2Bmadness%2Bpostcard%2Bfinal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-1385975122313198953</id><published>2011-06-08T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T08:33:55.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rezina'/><title type='text'>Has it really only been a week?</title><content type='html'>I can't believe it's only been a week since I've been doing haircuts here. I did 10 more today at the church bringing the weeks total to......38 haircuts!! haha. I'm exhausted. I'm glad to have the night to rest...I have a cold right now so my kleenexes are on low and my energy is gone. yuck. Pray that I would feel better soon and that the cold would go away very fast. I feel a bit more comfortable here in Rezina now that I've been here for a couple days. It was good to get to know the team here a little bit, playing cards all night. Tomorrow will be the kids camp in the village. I've been told village life is very different even from the small town of Rezina, so that will be neat to see. There is no shower here in the apartment I am living in so bucket baths have been a little bit of an adjustment. haha. But i am surviving. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-1385975122313198953?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/1385975122313198953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/06/has-it-really-only-been-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1385975122313198953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1385975122313198953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/06/has-it-really-only-been-week.html' title='Has it really only been a week?'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-9108136665547419795</id><published>2011-05-22T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T11:21:06.566-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><title type='text'>Follow me in Moldova</title><content type='html'>I've started a new blog for while I'm in Moldova. I'll try to update it as much as I can while I'm over there so everyone back home can know what's going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow it at www.ashleyinmoldova.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-9108136665547419795?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/9108136665547419795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/05/follow-me-in-moldova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/9108136665547419795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/9108136665547419795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/05/follow-me-in-moldova.html' title='Follow me in Moldova'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-6403186097566023536</id><published>2011-04-27T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-27T10:51:30.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We can't do everything, but we HAVE to do something."</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rR7XzFkxRZw" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm inspired and amazed by this girl speaking. I'm shocked at the statistics. We have to do SOMETHING.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-6403186097566023536?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/6403186097566023536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-cant-do-everything-but-we-have-to-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/6403186097566023536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/6403186097566023536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/04/we-cant-do-everything-but-we-have-to-do.html' title='&quot;We can&apos;t do everything, but we HAVE to do something.&quot;'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rR7XzFkxRZw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-5260497846244322182</id><published>2011-04-26T11:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T12:18:41.365-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><title type='text'>Broken for Moldova...sex trafficking</title><content type='html'>Moldova is coming up soon..only about a month away. So I've started just researching the country and trying to find out as much as I can about Moldova and the Moldovan People. &lt;br /&gt;I randomly came across a page about child trafficking in Moldova. I don't know how I've missed this until now but this thing is huge. As the poorest country in Europe it is also one of the biggest sex trafficking areas. These girls think they are getting a better life. They answer ads in the paper for waitressing jobs or for an apartment and they end up in the middle of a sex trafficking ring. Trafficking deals happen in broad daylight. I was reading a blog where these girls were being taken and sold from a cafe in the middle of town. I can't even describe what is going through my head. I'm angry and incredibly broken and sad for these girls that are pulled into this. Moldova isn't very big...slightly larger than Maryland. The same city I'll be staying for a while is where this is all going on. It will be right in front of me. It kind of scares me...going to this place where I know sex trafficking is happening on a daily basis... but it's definitely started to get me thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read &lt;a href="http://www.unicef.org/infobycountry/moldova_24121.html"&gt;this article&lt;/a&gt; from UNICEF. I think like the girl in the article, most kids are left with their grandparents while their parents go find work in a nearby country. This scenario has probably happened a million times. At the end of this page it says that the girl is ready to start her new life and go to school to be a hairdresser. hmmmm....this starts some things going in my head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God definitely has me going here for a purpose. I'm so excited to see how He will use me while I'm there. He's got it all under control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So on a different note, I'm taking my practical at Vogue tomorrow and will be officially graduated! yay. It's so crazy how God has brought me through this and completely provided financially. When I first started school there was no way I thought God could use hair to glorify him and further his kingdom. I was so wrong. I think because of knowing how to do hair, God can use me in different ways that wouldn't be there if I hadn't gone to school. It's such a ministry just to talk to clients and I'll be able to encourage the missionaries that are presently at the base in Moldova. I'm so excited to go on the bus4life for a couple weeks and cut hair...guess I better get movin again on my Romanian lessons haha. As I was reading the articles today on the girls in Moldova that have been in this whole thing of sex trafficking, a picture came back in my mind.&lt;br /&gt; At the winter retreat with the senior high this year,God just gave me a picture of me where it started with just me, grew to a small group of girls, then "the groups multiplied" and there were tons of girls. My first thought was.."Oh goodness, God, please do not make me speak in front of all these girls." My recent thought is...maybe it's teaching. Teaching hair to girls who's past is broken and need a good job to get out of prostitution or sex trafficking or whatever they've gone through. I don't know. I really have no idea where God is going with that mental picture, but it just keeps coming up. So I'll keep praying as I get ready to leave for Moldova. It's coming up faster than I know! :-s haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-5260497846244322182?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/5260497846244322182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/04/broken-for-moldovasex-trafficking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5260497846244322182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5260497846244322182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/04/broken-for-moldovasex-trafficking.html' title='Broken for Moldova...sex trafficking'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-4053104040665156965</id><published>2011-01-25T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T17:18:26.453-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Moldova'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>The journey to Moldova</title><content type='html'>It's official...I'll be leaving for Moldova in May. Let me start from the beginning... It's been a long, hard year for me working with missions. Originally I only wanted to go back to Kenya and didn't really care if that's what God wanted for me. I've learned that I was wrong. God slammed that door shut and it was hard to watch that dream die. So after everything with Kenya happened, I started cosmetology school to just fill the time. Take up a year so then I could go and do missions work in Africa. Again...this is what&lt;strong&gt; I &lt;/strong&gt;wanted. God said to me...you know what,Ashley, that's not what I have for you right now. I have something better. You have to trust me....In the mean time God's been growing this dream inside of me. A dream of...what if I could do hair and missions. What would it look like if I combined these two passions God has placed in my life. This thought just sat in the back of my head for a few months. Then, last month, at the senior high winter retreat, one of the other leaders was talking to me and said ,"How cool would it be if you could go to hair and missions? Work with the missionaries...do their hair. Encourage them. That would be such an awesome ministry." hmmm....I'm thinking..God this can only be from you. So all the way home i start thinking of how this can work and start planning it out in my head. Then a few days after I got home my dad says to me,"I've got a crazy idea for you. What if you would go do hair overseas for the missionaries." Now I'm like..."Ok, God, I get it." So I sent an email to my OM coordinator who I've been working with since august now and just said...what do you think of this. She sent out an email to all the OM missionaries and got an immediate response from 3 countries saying plans they had for me there. Guess this wasn't such a crazy idea after all. So I prayed about these countries and the ministry in Moldova really stood out to me. I looked into it a little more and a few weeks later...here I am ready to send out my support letters and getting everything in line to leave after I graduate from cosmetology school. God has thrown the doors wide open on this opportunity after closing so many. I'm so glad that God is in the middle of all of this, directing every step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I think this is just the first stop on this awesome journey God wants to take me on. I have no idea what comes after, but I know I won't be in a salon doing hair every day. I want to be out on the mission field. My sister and I have realized we have the same passion about a specific mission field....I think God's in the works on this one. I can see us going out together to do God's work. He's got something HUGE in store and I can't wait to follow him and let him take me there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'll leave for a 3 month trip in mid to late May. While I'm there I'll be able to work in childrens ministry a little bit...Moldova is the poorest country in Europe and parents have to leave the country to find jobs so there are day centers where the kids come and spend time after school til night. So I'm excited to get involved in this. A big part of my time there will be spent cutting hair...Who knew that cutting hair could further God's kingdom and bring him glory. Crazy crazy. I'll be able to cut the missionaries hair...there are 40 of them living in Moldova. I will also get the opportunity to be on a bus called The Bus for Life. It travels around eastern Eurpope and acts as a moving childrens minstry and christian bookstore since christian literature isn't abundant. While I spend 2 weeks on this bus I'll be set up to give free haircuts since many people probably can't spend much money getting their hair cut. This will be another way to attract people to the bus and share Christ's love. There is also an elderly ministry that I'll be able to spend a little time at. I'm so excited for what God has for me there. In my head missions has always been little black children in Africa, so I'm still adjusting and reminding myself that God has called us to reach people of all nations. I have started learning Romanian since English is rarely spoken there. So this will be an exciting and scary journey, but so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray with me as I venture into this. Pray that funds will be provided...this is a "God if you don't show up I'm in big trouble" sorta thing. I've got nothing to back me up if funds don't come in so I'm trusting that God will provide. He's been faithful before...he'll be faithful again. He's always faithful....big thing he's been showing me lately. Pray also that God would give me courage. I'm going into a country that doesn't speak my language. I'll be flying alone and switching flights in countries without English so that freaks me out a little bit. Pray that I would have courage to share my faith and that I wouldn't get homesick while I'm there. Pray for health for me and the missionaries already living there. Pray that above all else, God's will will be done and that he will use me to further his kingdom. Pray for God to speak to me as well while I'm over there as to what my next step will be when I come home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am the Lord's servant and I am willing to accept whatever he wants." - Luke 1:38&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so excited that I'm at a point in my life where I can say I am genuinely in love with Jesus. Life is so much better when He's in the driver's seat....not easier, but better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-4053104040665156965?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/4053104040665156965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/01/journey-to-moldova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/4053104040665156965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/4053104040665156965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/01/journey-to-moldova.html' title='The journey to Moldova'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-389916012957684493</id><published>2011-01-04T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T20:28:25.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The storms</title><content type='html'>I'm at a point in my life now where I am extremely thankful for the storms. The trials. The rough times. I would not be the same person without them. It's during these storms that I've "needed" God the most and turned to him. If my life was roses and daisies, I dont think I would feel the need as much to depend on the Lord for every aspect of my life. The storms suck. Let's be honest. It seems horrible to be in them. But I don't think we could learn the lessons we do without them. God has become my best friend, my favorite pen pal, my comforter, my provider, an ear to listen to my cries and pleas for the storms to end, my audience to belt out songs to and have Jesus music dance parties to :), my strength, my hope, my future. I cannot thank God enough for the storms. And while you're in the storms, the only thing you want is to be out of them. But in them is when I've done the  most growing and learning.&lt;br /&gt;I finally feel like I can see the end of the tunnel with my mom...my relationship with her and her health. I feel like soon this whole thing will be over. A healing is around the corner and I cannot wait to see God be the mighty healer and we will give him all the praise and glory. I see a little hope in building up my relationship with my mom that's been so strained from her sickness. I got the best text in the world from my mom today. It simply said, "I love the way you love Jesus." How encouraging is that. That my love for the Lord is apparent. And I know my love for him has grown because I've turned to him and seeked him when I felt everything else was falling apart. James 1:12 says, "God blesses those who patiently endure testing and temptation. Afterward they will receive the crown of life that God has promised to those who love him." I can't wait until the day when I can sing "Our God is greater, our God is stronger, God you are higher than any other. OUR GOD IS IS HEALER, AWESOME IN POWER," and know first hand that God is the ultimate healer. I have a hard time singing "our God is healer." I know that I know that I know that God heals, and Im just ready for him to heal my mom. I feel like it's time to have my mom back. For her to be able to go to church with us again. For her to be able to go watch Zach and Ky perform choir concerts. To be able to fly over to Africa to visit me. To come visit me and my family in the future. For her to feel like a mom again. To cook and clean and do all the boring things that moms do. I want her to be able to do them. I want to go shopping with her. I want to take a random road trip with her. I want to live life with her able to. And for so long that just hasn't happened. But my God is the same God that closed the mouths of lions, saved men from burning in a furnace, brought people back to life, opened the waters, died on a cross then 3 days later rose again and is now living! I have no doubts in Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, I can't wait for what's ahead. You are so incredibly faithful and there is no doubt in my mind that you can heal. Thank you for the storms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-389916012957684493?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/389916012957684493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/01/storms.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/389916012957684493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/389916012957684493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/01/storms.html' title='The storms'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8314355260746270036</id><published>2011-01-01T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T18:37:30.501-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nmc'/><title type='text'>Faithful</title><content type='html'>Last night, I rung in the New Year by spending some time alone with God. This is the way I wanted to start the year and prepare for what God has planned for me over the next year. God is going to rock my world this next year and I can't wait to see everything unfold. This will be a year of change. I am graduating from Vogue probably in late March, and then we'll see where God leads. &lt;br /&gt; This past week I spent time as a leader with our Sr. High at Spring Hill in Michigan. It was so exciting and encouraging to see God move through all these kids who want to seek after him. God is building up an army at NMC and these kids are gonna change the world. So many of them want to be involved in missions and just do the Lord's will. I went into this week knowing that I wanted to go to Zambia and work with children at the orphan school. I left the retreat thoroughly confused, but extremely excited for what God has next! At the retreat we spent some time just letting God speak to us. In that time I saw myself speaking....I don't speak in front of people. haha. I saw myself speaking to a group of women, probably about 20 to start with. We were in a circle praying, then another circle of women formed outside our circle. And another, and another. Until there were like 7 rings outside of this main circle. I was leading all these women. I don't know the color of their skin...if it was here in the u.s. or over in Africa, but God was using me to lead these women. So i have no idea where God is going with this, but I know He has some awesome plans for me this year! I don't think he's done with me in missions and I've got a ton of things running around in my head and ready to jump into action. In my journal on the first day of the retreat I wrote, "This is a year of change. Life will be different...It's all gotta be for the glory of God. There's no other option." Im going all out on this one. No turning back. Completely surrendered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I felt it was time to take down all the baby centre pics off my wall. As I took each one down I was overwhelmed by how faithful God has been to the baby centre. Most of the kids on my wall from when I was there last October had been adopted. All of them have a future now. So many unwanted children have been rescued. The stories of the journeys these kids have gone through are incredible. I know God has an amazing plan and purpose for each one of their lives! It was so good to, again, be reminded of God's awesome faithfulness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8314355260746270036?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8314355260746270036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/01/faithful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8314355260746270036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8314355260746270036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2011/01/faithful.html' title='Faithful'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8941550015812844606</id><published>2010-11-29T08:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T08:38:37.416-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew'/><title type='text'>Andrew's Blanket</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TPPUTolO1CI/AAAAAAAAALM/1G2vVFO41Zw/s1600/andrews%2Bblanket%2Bcollage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TPPUTolO1CI/AAAAAAAAALM/1G2vVFO41Zw/s400/andrews%2Bblanket%2Bcollage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545008999999394850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October when I went to Kenya,a little boy named Andrew captured my heart. A couple months after I got home, I was house sitting with nothing to do for 2 weeks so I decided to knit a blanket. Weird I know. So I knit my first blanket in hopes that someday Andrew could get it. I spent every minute knitting that blanket to finish it in time for it to go over to Kenya. Then, I found this sweet invention where you can print pictures on fabric! haha. So I printed 2 pictures out and sewed them to the blanket...one of me and Andrew and one of a verse. So 8 months later, a new team from our church went over to the baby centre and they had a reunion for all the kids that had been adopted. It was so great to see how big all the kids had gotten and the huge smile they had on their face when they held their mom and dad's hands. It was really hard for me when Andrew got adopted because it was kind of the end of my journey with the baby centre. Most of the kids that were there when I went had been adopted and I knew that as much as I wanted to go back to the baby centre, they didn't need me there. They have so much help there as it is. But seeing Andrew with his mom and dad change everything. He is so happy. And he can have his own mommy and daddy to take care of him. So when Andrew came back to the baby centre for the reunion, they gave him the blanket I made him. So even though Andrew probably doesn't remember me at all, he knows that someone in the U.S. loves him like crazy. I'm so excited that he can have that with him now. Maybe someday God will allow me to see him again, but for now he's inspiration for me; a motivation to go; and an awesome story of how God works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8941550015812844606?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8941550015812844606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/11/andrews-blanket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8941550015812844606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8941550015812844606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/11/andrews-blanket.html' title='Andrew&apos;s Blanket'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TPPUTolO1CI/AAAAAAAAALM/1G2vVFO41Zw/s72-c/andrews%2Bblanket%2Bcollage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7120314995207853516</id><published>2010-11-14T10:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T10:19:47.474-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='africa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><title type='text'>Holding onto Hope</title><content type='html'>"If you're working this hard to discourage me, Satan, then something really great is on the other side, if I persevere. The bigger the battle - the bigger the blessing on the other side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://girlfriendsingod.com/Default.aspx?tabid=97"&gt;Girlfriends in God post&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-7120314995207853516?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7120314995207853516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/11/holding-onto-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7120314995207853516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7120314995207853516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/11/holding-onto-hope.html' title='Holding onto Hope'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-2540766252024214559</id><published>2010-10-02T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T08:57:35.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't steal my joy.</title><content type='html'>So I've started making kids pants out of old t-shirts for when I go over to Africa. I grabbed an old t-shirt that was in the pile. It was some random panther basketball shirt. It had a cool design on it and I thought it might look sweet on the pants. So I cut it out like normal and sewed the pieces together. When I turned the pants right side out, I looked at the design that had formed right on the butt part. The shirt origionally said " Pain is temporary...pride is forever." The pants now say, "Pain is Forever," with some evil little face that formed from the designs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TKdWBBxKSnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ATBDm3ND0cI/s1600/evil+pants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TKdWBBxKSnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ATBDm3ND0cI/s320/evil+pants.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523478043647691378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TKdWA0yxtGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4zAVxmmEKYY/s1600/evil+pants+cose+up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TKdWA0yxtGI/AAAAAAAAAKI/4zAVxmmEKYY/s320/evil+pants+cose+up.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523478040164807778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It made me laugh and just reminded me that Satan, or anybody else for that matter, can't steal my joy. The enemy comes to steal, kill, lie, and destroy. My God is so much bigger. So needless to say, I won't be taking this pair of pants with me for an orphan to wear. Pain is not forever and satan can't discourage me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If anyone has any t-shirts they want to give up, send them my way. I'll make some awesome kids clothes out of them. :) I've lately become a sewing addict. haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-2540766252024214559?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/2540766252024214559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-steal-my-joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2540766252024214559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2540766252024214559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/10/cant-steal-my-joy.html' title='Can&apos;t steal my joy.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TKdWBBxKSnI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/ATBDm3ND0cI/s72-c/evil+pants.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8686209396345226130</id><published>2010-09-25T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T15:27:22.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><title type='text'>Getting Comfortable</title><content type='html'>I think im starting to get comfortable in where I am with my life. I'm halfway done with school, could have a nice job when I graduate, and am used to the everyday routine of life. It scares me that Im getting comfortable. Because now when I seriously think about missions and leaving for half a year i get worried. It will be uncomfortable to live in another country and change my routine, my food, my nice convenient life. It'll be uncomfortable to take a 20 hour plane ride by myself. It'll be uncomfortable to start from scratch and make friends out of strangers. It'll be uncomfortable to leave my family and be on my own. It'll be uncomfortable to sleep and live in a different environment. But I can find comfort in the arms of my heavenly father. When I'm seriously persuing this opportunity with missions, I have to forget comfort. Maybe giving up my comfort could mean truely impacting some children's lives on the other side of the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8686209396345226130?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8686209396345226130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-comfortable.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8686209396345226130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8686209396345226130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/09/getting-comfortable.html' title='Getting Comfortable'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8352595001653514117</id><published>2010-09-20T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:40:15.020-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='orphans'/><title type='text'>A year from now...</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking what I'll be doing a year from now. I have absolutely no idea. A year ago I was making 150 bracelets for the kids at the AGC church in Kenya and getting so pumped up about going over there for 2 weeks. So much has happened in this past year. Kenya completely changed my life. God's given me such a passion for his children overseas. I feel called to work in orphan ministry. I don't know how long or where I'm going yet but I think a year from now, life could possibly be completely different. A year from now, I'll be the big two O, hopefully doing missions in a country where the need is great. Im hopeful for what God has in store over this next year. Im almost halfway done with cosmetology school and excited to be done:) I think I can use this profession for God's glory. I've got some ideas jumpin around in my head :) haha. God is faithful and Im so excited to see what he has in store for me this next year as I hopefully head off into a new chapter of my life working with orphans.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8352595001653514117?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8352595001653514117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-from-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8352595001653514117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8352595001653514117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-from-now.html' title='A year from now...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-3129298113295805332</id><published>2010-08-06T16:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T16:33:07.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew has a family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybfLQKpzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KO3-EhgU0ow/s1600/andrew+and+his+mom.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybfLQKpzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KO3-EhgU0ow/s320/andrew+and+his+mom.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502443804638750514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybe8t7K0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/EghmC7eUgF8/s1600/andrews+family+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybe8t7K0I/AAAAAAAAAJg/EghmC7eUgF8/s320/andrews+family+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502443800737033026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybebaz6hI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K-eMdfiWsU0/s1600/andrew+waves+goodbye.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybebaz6hI/AAAAAAAAAJY/K-eMdfiWsU0/s320/andrew+waves+goodbye.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502443791798495762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week Andrews parents came to pick him up from the baby center. He looked so incredibly happy and was smiling in almost every picture he took with his new mom and dad. It was bittersweet when i found out he got adopted, but im so incredibly excited for him!These are some pics from the day he got adopted taken by some of the missionaries that are living there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-3129298113295805332?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/3129298113295805332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/08/andrew-has-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3129298113295805332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3129298113295805332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/08/andrew-has-family.html' title='Andrew has a family!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TFybfLQKpzI/AAAAAAAAAJo/KO3-EhgU0ow/s72-c/andrew+and+his+mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-430485428937925421</id><published>2010-07-20T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T18:03:47.424-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='different'/><title type='text'>diFFerent</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago, I went with a group of people from NMC to the WGM celebration at Indiana Weslyan. We got to do an awesome presentation on the baby center. I got to talk to one of the missionaries in Kenya about coming back. The entire night, I was very...bothered? uneasy? uncomfortable? The night was centered in on Africa and the past and current missionaries in Africa. They named off the countries and had the missionaries stand that work in that country, and maybe one or two couples would stand up for each country. Then, it came to Kenya. Ten or more couples/families stood up. In that moment something hit me...this isn't right. Why has this country become one that is almost more popular to minister in? I love Kenya. I love the people, the culture, the children. But this is only one little country in Africa. God said to make disciples of all nations. I feel like not much is being done in these other countries where the need is just as great, if not greater. On a list of orphans due to AIDS, Kenya doesn't make the top 10. Not even close. I saw how great the need was while I was in Kenya, so I cant even IMAGINE the need in these other countries where there are thousands more orphaned children. &lt;br /&gt;A couple weeks ago, I went to Jr. high summer camp as a leader. The theme was diFFerent. I got to see God move in these kid's lives and I think they're getting it. The entire week was focused on how we should be different. How our lives shouldn't look like the lives of everyone else...we shouldn't blend in. So as I look at these two things that have occured in the past few weeks, it makes me think. God's definitely been stirring some things in my heart and in my head. What would happen if I would be different? Different in the way I look at school. Different in my family. Different in the way I approach my thoughts of Africa. What if I had an open mind to where I could be used instead of zooming in on Kenya? What if I gave up my dreams of Africa completely and gave it all over, fully surrendered to God? I think God has some pretty awesome plans for me that outweigh the plans I'd have for myself if i'm just focused on how I want to get back to Kenya. God's closed doors these past months for Kenya. I was so sure that this is where I wanted to be that I just assumed God would want me there too. God tends to be unpredictable :) I can't wait to see where God leads after school. He is doing great things in my life and is ocntinuing to provide for school. I just cant accept that God is done with me in Africa. I think I'll be back. But in the meantime, I'll just wait and live a life surrendered to his will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-430485428937925421?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/430485428937925421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/07/different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/430485428937925421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/430485428937925421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/07/different.html' title='diFFerent'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7540916198087768540</id><published>2010-06-15T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T19:38:15.381-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Homesick for Kenya</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4rUDUoPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HtwUc6PiOPs/s1600/ash3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4rUDUoPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HtwUc6PiOPs/s320/ash3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483194863091753202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4rImQftI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XR4z5CE92io/s1600/ash.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4rImQftI/AAAAAAAAAI8/XR4z5CE92io/s320/ash.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483194860017057490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4q_oMeFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/f1x7BQym_kQ/s1600/ash2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4q_oMeFI/AAAAAAAAAI0/f1x7BQym_kQ/s320/ash2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483194857609263186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Something here is wrong &lt;br /&gt;There are children without homes &lt;br /&gt;But we just move along to take care of our own &lt;br /&gt;There's so much suffering just outside our door &lt;br /&gt;A cry so deafening &lt;br /&gt;We just can't ignore" - keep changing the world...mikeschair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week's just been one of those weeks where I miss Kenya so much. Been talking to friends from Kenya, people who've been to Kenya and know what its like to come back, and just figuring out how i can jump on a plane and go. haha jk. With a week like this..I just have to remember that God has a plan and I have to trust him. He knows exactly what and why he's doing everything and I surely have no idea. Missing my kiddos at the baby center. What I would do to go give them a big hug and hold them for hours. I can't wait to get back. In your timing, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-7540916198087768540?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7540916198087768540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/06/homesick-for-kenya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7540916198087768540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7540916198087768540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/06/homesick-for-kenya.html' title='Homesick for Kenya'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/TBg4rUDUoPI/AAAAAAAAAJE/HtwUc6PiOPs/s72-c/ash3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8744134203487320978</id><published>2010-05-04T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T14:11:52.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malachi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew'/><title type='text'>Andrew and Malachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S-CLpjjyR2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/e0IOEecZY6A/s1600/malaichi+and+andew.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S-CLpjjyR2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/e0IOEecZY6A/s400/malaichi+and+andew.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467523493664016226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love this picture! The boys both look so happy. Andrew and malachi are the only "big kids" left from when I was there in October. God is so good. Esther just went to a family a few days ago and she has an older brother and sister. I can't wait for the day when these boys have families. Selfishly, it will be so hard for me to see Andrew leave but he definitely deserves an amazing family. He is such an incredible boy that grabbed my heart. I have dreams almost every night about being back at the baby center and Andrew running up to me. I hate it haha. Wish I could be there and love on these boys and the rest of the kiddos. The triplets are getting so big! It's crazy to see them grow cause they're still teeny tiny babies in my head. I know that God has huge plans for these two boy's lives! If there's one thing I know...God is faithful and he will provide. I can't wait to know that Andrew has a mommy and daddy that love him like crazy. Hopefully someday we'll meet up again in heaven and I can see my little brother :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8744134203487320978?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8744134203487320978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/05/andrew-and-malachi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8744134203487320978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8744134203487320978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/05/andrew-and-malachi.html' title='Andrew and Malachi'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S-CLpjjyR2I/AAAAAAAAAIY/e0IOEecZY6A/s72-c/malaichi+and+andew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-1390763265101453741</id><published>2010-04-29T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-28T15:41:02.440-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Hear Their Stories</title><content type='html'>While my team was in Kenya last October, Kristy mikel had a phrase that she focused on during the trip. "Hear their stories." So I'm standing in school today working and that phrase comes to my mind. Hear their stories. So I think about the people I've met in the past 3 weeks and recall their stories. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of a girl who had a baby at 17 and is now in a healthy marriage at 25. The story of a woman who lost her mom tragically the last time she was in cosmetology school and is now able to take steps to her dream of owning a salon with her daughter by finishing school. The story of a girl who has 3 children and a boyfriend, but believes marriage would ruin her life. The story of an amazing lady that is divorced with 2 kids and laughs about how much she couldn't stand her ex husband. The story of a woman who is married to a man with a daughter, from a previous marriage, who she can't get along with. The story of a young girl who is married to a man in the army and how joyful she is that he will be coming home soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How amazing it is to learn their stories. To listen to them and hear their stories without ever asking about it. People want to share their stories. It's who they are. It's how they got to where they are now. It's their life. And they've shared their life with me. I'm so glad to know their stories...see where they come from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think God has used my story of Kenya to build friendships at school. I have pictures of the kids and me on my notebook that I see atleast 5 times a day. I smile everytime I see it. I look at Andrew's big smile and precious cuddling up to me and one of the boys at sunday school I got to give one of my bracelets to. I see these kids who just want to be loved. God saved them and has HUGE plans for their lives. That notebook with pictures has brought up more conversations than I could ever start on my own. One of my classmates wants to provide me with the opportunity to sell my bracelets at her salon when it opens and all of it will go to help me get back to Kenya. I've know these people for less than 3 weeks and they want to help me get to where I want to be. I'm amazed by this. These girls don't go to church. They don't read their bibles. They smoke. They cuss like there's no tomorrow. But they want to help me because they think I can make an impact. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God has such a purpose for me being at Vogue. So I'll continue to hear their stories. Continue to listen and obey God's voice. I know he is faithful. "He was faithful before and he'll be faithful again." Thanks, Lord for where you've placed me and for the opportunity you've given me with these amazing girls. Help me be an impact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-1390763265101453741?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/1390763265101453741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/hear-their-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1390763265101453741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1390763265101453741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/hear-their-stories.html' title='Hear Their Stories'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-3088125307100787020</id><published>2010-04-20T17:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:59:53.727-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vogue'/><title type='text'>Vogue</title><content type='html'>I've been at vogue a full week now....I love it! haha. I'm going through school with two amazing girls who I've really clicked with and who are uplifting. Students there keep telling us that half of us will quit, but we are determined to stay strong and end up with our license! haha. Definitely feel that Vogue is where God has placed me right now and he will use me right there. It's certainly not a place where relationships with God are right. But I see God's face all over it and I know he loves those girls so much and I just want to show them some of his love. I've been building friendships with these girls who have so much creativity and laughter and personality. I pray God will move in this school. Let it start with me. Pray for opportunities and God moments during the days. Pray that God will give me the right words and will speak through me. Pray that God will provide financially for me to stay in school. I know he will and he is faithful. I'm so excited that God is able to use me with something that I'm good at and enjoy. Kenya will come, but while I'm waiting, maybe I can make an impact. God has a purpose and a plan. And that plan will always stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-3088125307100787020?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/3088125307100787020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/vogue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3088125307100787020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3088125307100787020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/vogue.html' title='Vogue'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-5673083467351478119</id><published>2010-04-09T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T19:40:06.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><title type='text'>New Chapter</title><content type='html'>This weekend I'm wrapping up all the house sitting I've been doing over the last 4 months and getting ready to start up cosmetology school. It finally seems real after I picked up my uniform today and got some comfy black work shoes :) haha. So starting Tuesday...the next 10 months will be dedicated to completing school and figuring out what the next step is after I finish. Can't wait to see what God has in store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-5673083467351478119?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/5673083467351478119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-chapter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5673083467351478119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5673083467351478119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-chapter.html' title='New Chapter'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-2714926960891864205</id><published>2010-04-05T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T08:35:07.748-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Street Children</title><content type='html'>U.S. 750,000 - 1 million &lt;br /&gt;Kenya 250,000 - 300,000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the numbers of street children in the United States and Kenya. How can this be? The amount of street children in the U.S. is over double the amount in Kenya. What are we doing about it? I dont see this where I am so it's hard for me to grasp the amount of kids that are classified as street children in the U.S. when I saw so many in Kenya. The gears in my mind are turning. Hmmmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-2714926960891864205?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/2714926960891864205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/street-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2714926960891864205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2714926960891864205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/04/street-children.html' title='Street Children'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-3489084689759576484</id><published>2010-03-30T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T12:48:11.073-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>I have a confession.</title><content type='html'>Seeing this youth group team head off to Kenya is really hard for me to hear about, read about, think about. I wish so much that I could hop on a plane and go. Hard to see other people go where I long to be and where I'm working so hard to get. In your perfect timing, God, I will be there. It's definitely not my timing. Help me be okay with this team going and help me to be excited for them. It could change their lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-3489084689759576484?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/3489084689759576484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-confession.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3489084689759576484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3489084689759576484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-have-confession.html' title='I have a confession.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-5275233792061396227</id><published>2010-03-16T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T09:41:58.146-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>My Life is Wrecked.</title><content type='html'>The day I saw the children at the orphanage in the middle of the slums of Nairobi, my life was wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I met the kids of the baby center, my life was wrecked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I had to leave all the kids I had gotten to know and love at the baby center, my heart was broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I stepped on the plane to fly out of Nairobi, I knew I was leaving my heart in Kenya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, as I sit in my room and look at pictures of me and Andrew and the other kids playing, the pain is still here. The sadness and brokeness for these kids and for the kids in the slums is 100% real and present. Not one day goes by that I don't think about them. That I dont think about the eyes of Jaccue, a little girl I spent some time with in Nairobi at the orphange. That I don't think about Andrew kissing my cheeks and Malachi sneaking in for a hug. That I don't think about Momo saying," I love you, Ashley. I love you Verrrry much." That I dont remember the look in Rony's eyes. That I don't remember the smile on Manu's face and hear Caleb's cry when I laid him back in his crib, when he longed to be held and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I felt God calling me to Kenya my sophomore year, I didn't know it included what I went through when I wasn't there. I didn't think about the pain from NOT being in Kenya. I thought about what I could do there and where God would use me there. I didn't think about coming home after actually going there. When I was in Kenya, I was so content. I felt at home. I felt like it's where I was supposed to be. I've questioned, well maybe I'm making this bigger than it is. Maybe I shouldn't be there. Maybe I should stop trying to get back. Maybe it was just a one time trip....I know it wasn't. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Lord, for making these feelings of pain and sadness real to me everyday so I can't forget how you made me feel when I was there. Thank you for the tears over these kids. Thank you for reminding me that these children are all yours. You love them so much and are taking care of them. Thanks for allowing me to be a part of helping them, even though you dont NEED me, you still want me there. Help me as I go into this next step of life before trying to go back again. Help me remember there is a purpose in all of this....that your plan remains. Thank you for wrecking my life and for giving me the pain to remember why I am working so hard at getting to where I need to be....back in Kenya. Don't let me give up this dream you've placed in my heart. I know my passion and heart is from you. And you understand like no one else can. Help me remember my passion over the next 10 months while I go through cosmetology school. Never let me forget. Continue to press this on my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-5275233792061396227?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/5275233792061396227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-has-wrecked-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5275233792061396227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5275233792061396227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/god-has-wrecked-my-life.html' title='My Life is Wrecked.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-2980038823688300495</id><published>2010-03-14T18:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:30:15.128-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>10 Things I learned from Job today</title><content type='html'>1.Waiting is hard.&lt;br /&gt;2. It's better to know God than to know answers.&lt;br /&gt;3.Hope is important&lt;br /&gt;4.God loves me like crazy and has good plans for me.&lt;br /&gt;5.God is incredibly more powerful than any situation I might encounter.&lt;br /&gt;6.Hope means we trust God even if we never find out why something happened.&lt;br /&gt;7.Yielding means wanting to do whatever God wants, and saying prayers like, "God I'm willing to wait and hope, because YOU ARE MY GOD."&lt;br /&gt;8.Pain is not always punishment.&lt;br /&gt;9.God does great works too marvelous to understand.&lt;br /&gt;10.I don't know why things have happened with my mom's health or why Kenya didn't work out, but "God has a purpose and plan. And that plan will always stand."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-2980038823688300495?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/2980038823688300495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things-i-learned-from-job-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2980038823688300495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2980038823688300495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/10-things-i-learned-from-job-today.html' title='10 Things I learned from Job today'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-1922988780322884404</id><published>2010-03-11T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T12:43:51.791-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='zach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Update on life...</title><content type='html'>- I'm now enrolled in cosmetology school! I start April 13th at Vogue. I think this will be a good step for me. It only takes 10 months and I will have a way to support myself before going back to Kenya when I'm done. It's something I love doing and I'm just going to look at it as another mission field. God can use me wherever I am :) So excited for this new season in my life.&lt;br /&gt;- Mom is home from Chicago. She got home last Saturday. She seems to be doing a little better. Adjusting at home always takes time. I think she was gone for almost 3 weeks this time, so we all have to readjust and get back in the groove. Pray that God will heal her. We will give him ALL the glory! I don't think she will be like this for the rest of her life. So we're just praying that God would do a miracle. Check out some of my pictures from chicago &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#!/album.php?aid=396875&amp;id=567485037"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;- Zach is practicing like crazy for the high school play this month. He's so good at that stuff :) They're doing West Side Story this year, and I'm told it's going to be really good. Come see the play on the 27th! :)&lt;br /&gt;- The house is a lot more quiet w/star gone. it's weird. That's all I have to say about that haha.&lt;br /&gt;- I miss my kiddos at the baby center so much! All but four of the bigs kids from when I was there have families! How exciting. Praise God. Sarah and Mesh just recently went to families and now have a mommy and daddy that love them like crazy! I am so happy for them. Pray for Andrew, Esther, Malachi, and Joshua...that God would provide families for them. Andrew has a special place in my heart...we had a special connection when I was there. He's such a sweetheart. He's very shy and goofy. Esther has a very cool story. She was dropped of when one of our church teams were there and the caregivers asked them to name her. She is a very sweet and quiet toddler. You can usually find her with two of her fingers stuck in her mouth. haha. Malachi is such a character. He's hilarious, but always has a little grin on his face like he's up to something. My team nicknamed him "Old man malachi" because he has the face of an wise man. haha. Joshua has such an amazing smile. He's so sweet and is always smiling. It just lit up my day when I saw him. I could talk about these kids forever. I love them all and would give anything for them. They are all incredible! I know God has big plans in store for these children's lives. It was no mistake that he brought them to the baby center. And in the process of them finding families we got to love on them a little :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5lV7UQnRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oEGSVJShLKk/s1600-h/big+kids+left.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 184px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5lV7UQnRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oEGSVJShLKk/s400/big+kids+left.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447479701820360322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-1922988780322884404?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/1922988780322884404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-on-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1922988780322884404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1922988780322884404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/update-on-life.html' title='Update on life...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5lV7UQnRoI/AAAAAAAAAG8/oEGSVJShLKk/s72-c/big+kids+left.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8066911188519701668</id><published>2010-03-08T18:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:55:23.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><title type='text'>Star</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5W4JacJGbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-AqpAQcoIc/s1600-h/meandstar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5W4JacJGbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-AqpAQcoIc/s320/meandstar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446461796230175154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5W1RYhqoZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-xRpqi0uFEI/s1600-h/star.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 128px; height: 85px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5W1RYhqoZI/AAAAAAAAAGk/-xRpqi0uFEI/s320/star.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446458634620543378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After months of going back and forth, we had to put our dog down today. She's been crippled since we got her and her health had just been declining in the past year. We were starting to see that she was in pain and could barely go to the bathroom outside by herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got Star from pet refuge. We found her picture online and my mom, Kylee and I just said, " Aww we have to bring her home." So we went through all the procedures, which included bringing in our other dog to meet her before we could take her home...they had to see that they got along haha. I think we got Star when I was in 5th grade. Wow, I just realized how long she's been in our family. She would "sing" and howl when we did it along with her. She had such a beautiful coat of fur, but we would spend hours during the summer brushing her and end up with piles of fur. I remember in 6th grade I actually wrote a book on her. Remember those little white books we had to write stories in every year? Yep, one of those was titled "Star." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today my family sat in the living room and said goodbye to Star. Im so glad she's not in pain anymore. It's been a tough day, so I just wanted to remember some good things about her and try to forget about the day. Under Star's picture on the website, a little poem was written...&lt;br /&gt;"Star light, Star bright. Wish I may, wish I might." Idk what that has to do with anything but it was cute under the picture of a baby pomeranian :) haha. We'll miss Star, but it's good to remember the fun times we had with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. I can't believe I just wrote a whole blog on my dog lol. But the pic above was taken of us in January, when we were told to say goodbye to her. It's now March. We said goodbye for a long time haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8066911188519701668?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8066911188519701668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/star.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8066911188519701668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8066911188519701668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/03/star.html' title='Star'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S5W4JacJGbI/AAAAAAAAAGs/S-AqpAQcoIc/s72-c/meandstar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-2801922977803317372</id><published>2010-02-27T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T21:09:08.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It'll be okay, focus on your long-term goal.</title><content type='html'>So we dont have any lettuce to go on our BLT's...It'll be okay. &lt;br /&gt;I can't get back to Kenya right now...It'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;My mom's in the hosital for the nth time...It'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 things I can think of(obviously the 1st one isn't a big deal, but it's real life haha) that might not be ideal situations, but it'll be okay. This phrase has been going through my head a lot lately. Even with little things like no lettuce or "we might be late"...it'll be okay. God just keeps reminding me with everything that goes on in life...it'll be okay Ashley. Don't worry. It'll be okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my dad and I were able to have lunch together the other day at a chineese restaurant. And of course after the meal comes a fortune cookie. So we opened our cookies and my dad threw his at me and said, "I think I got yours." It read, "Focus on your long term goal." Laying in bed that night I thought about that fortune again. What is my long term goal? What do I need to do to reach that goal? What's the next step I need to take? My long term goal is to be standing in heaven in front of my heavenly father and here the words "well done good and faithful servant." So what am I going to do to get to that point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe God is preparing me for what he has for me to do in Africa. I cannot wait to hear those 6 word in heaven. That will truely be worth everything I'm going through on earth. So when things in my life might not being going the way I'd like them to, I need to remember..."It'll be okay, focus on your long-term goal."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-2801922977803317372?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/2801922977803317372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/itll-be-okay-focus-on-your-long-term.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2801922977803317372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2801922977803317372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/itll-be-okay-focus-on-your-long-term.html' title='It&apos;ll be okay, focus on your long-term goal.'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7863232350144445015</id><published>2010-02-22T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:49:46.450-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>The statistics: Kenya</title><content type='html'>I'm sitting here at my computer with tears rolling down my face. These are the facts. I have a knot in my stomach. I might be sick from these facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*By 2010 there will be &lt;strong&gt;1,900,000 orphans in Kenya&lt;/strong&gt; alone.&lt;br /&gt;*There are approximately &lt;strong&gt;650,000 orphans due to AIDS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;*It is estimated that there are up to &lt;strong&gt;600,000 street children in Kenya&lt;/strong&gt;, most of them orphaned by AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;*An estimated &lt;strong&gt;1 million children live with HIV.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;*An estimated &lt;strong&gt;700 children are orphaned every day&lt;/strong&gt;. Most of these children withdraw from school due to lack of family support. &lt;br /&gt;*Boys and girls under the age of 5, especially those whose families live in poverty, are vulnerable to potentially &lt;strong&gt;fatal diseases&lt;/strong&gt; such as  measles, diarrhea and pneumonia. &lt;strong&gt;Malnutrition increases the chances of children dying&lt;/strong&gt; from these diseases. &lt;br /&gt;*Children orphaned by AIDS are often discriminated against, and have the least access to essential healthcare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot accept this and do nothing about it. The question is not if I'm going, but when. Prepare me, Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-7863232350144445015?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7863232350144445015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/statistics-kenya.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7863232350144445015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7863232350144445015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/statistics-kenya.html' title='The statistics: Kenya'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-9080972771938779621</id><published>2010-02-20T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T09:23:28.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>While I'm waiting...</title><content type='html'>Can your brain explode from thinking too much? haha. My mind is constantly running through what I should do next. Thinking about Kenya, cosmetology, college, baby center, my family, mission trip possibilities. Ahhhhh. I think i just need to stop and take a breather. My mind is on overload. I think I'm so worried about what I'm going to do next, how I'm going to take the right steps to get where I need to be, and everything going on around me that I just need to just stop and trust that God will lead me to where I need to be. But while I'm waiting, I'm gonna check out some possibilities. Wednesday I'm going to see Vogue and look at that option. I dont know how cosmetology will help me with the mission/kenya stuff, but it is a way to support myself and a whole new mission field where I am right now. I think I change my mind every day about cosmetology and wether or not I want to go. But it definitely can't hurt to check it out and pray about it. So in the mean time I'm just waiting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting by John Waller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;And I am &lt;strong&gt;hopeful&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Though it is painful&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident &lt;br /&gt;Takeing every step in &lt;strong&gt;obedience&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will serve You &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship &lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will not faint &lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race &lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful &lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord &lt;br /&gt;Though &lt;strong&gt;it's not easy &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait &lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait &lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will serve you while I'm waiting &lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-9080972771938779621?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/9080972771938779621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-im-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/9080972771938779621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/9080972771938779621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m waiting...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-1557935896057704546</id><published>2010-02-17T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:46:31.510-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='college'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cosmetology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>College...let me explain</title><content type='html'>The decision to not go to college right now is one I am confident in, but there are people who believe strongly that I need to be in college and get a degree to be "someone" and "something" in this world.(not my parents. haha. they are very supportive) It doesn't bother me, but I want to explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have no degree to go to school for....I dont really want to pay thousands of dollars to get an "experience" and a degree that I dont use. I want to know what I am going to college for and have that goal in mind to get me through the years of schooling. If I have an end goal set, then I can reach it. I dont want to go just to go. That seems pointless and irresponsible to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I know that I do not have to have a college degree to be a disciple of God. God does not require us to have a degree to go show people his love and explain how incredible he is. I know for a fact that Christ loves me the EXACT SAME without a degree as he would if I had one. Jesus never went to college and he was perfect. Okay they didn't have college back then but still. The deciples never had a degree and they shared God's word to so many people and changed lives like crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I don't need a degree to make me feel accomplished. I felt the Lord calling me to go on the group trip with our church to Kenya in October. It was the best decision I have ever made. I would'nt have been where I am in my walk with God or in my relationships with people that went on the trip...they will be my family forever. I feel very strongly that the Lord is calling me to Kenya long term. The first step to this dream was just going for the first time. I got to see what God is doing there and the orphans at the baby center. God has given me a passion for children ever since i can remember and I know that it was for this purpose. I want to work with orphans in Kenya for the rest of my life. Success = Obedience. I will be incredibly more successfull if I just follow Gods will for my life and obey him than I would be trying to fit in and go to college. That would be the easy way out for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I feel that I am at the right spot in my life. College isn't rulled out forever. If i ever feel God telling me that it's something I need to do to further his kindgom then I will go. Cosmetology school is a possibility, but it's not a degree..and i'm ok with that. I'm glad people are concerned, but please understand that I'm obeying what God is telling me. I didn't decide not to go so I could be lazy or be irresponsible. I have a reason and a purpose. God is working in amazing ways in my life. I'm okay with not having a paying job for the rest of my life if I live my life as a missionary in Kenya. Cosmetology will support me before I leave if I decide to go that route. I'm not concerned with the things of this world right now. God is leading me and I'm going to follow. I'm so incredibly excited for what God has in store for me. I can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you cling to your life, you will lose it; but if you give it up for me, you will find it." - Matthew 10:39&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-1557935896057704546?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/1557935896057704546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/collegelet-me-explain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1557935896057704546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/1557935896057704546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/collegelet-me-explain.html' title='College...let me explain'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7181603928616822924</id><published>2010-02-15T07:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:49:41.288-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>I don't enjoy waiting. I hate sitting at home, waiting, when I wish I was on the field. I could be giving orphans the love they need and giving them big hugs and encouraging the other missionaries. I sit at home and dream of what I could be doing in Kenya right now. The waiting game is the worst. I am very used to it. Waiting in emergency rooms, hospitals, and for healing for my mom. I know God has a plan. I know God has perfect timing. I just wish I could be used right now. But no one seems to want me to help. I'm too young. I dont have enough experience. How can I be ready to live in Kenya? Those are the questions and thoughts i think other people have. 1 Timothy 4:12 - "Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for the believers in speech, in life, in love, in faith and in purity." I guess all I can do is set an example and show that I can do this. I wish I was old enough for people to take me more seriously, but in the mean time I'll be waiting. I think cosmetology is what's next for me. It's something I seriously considered last year after high school. I'm good at it and it would give me a way to support myself before Kenya. So we'll see what comes of this. I'm very hopeful :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-7181603928616822924?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7181603928616822924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7181603928616822924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7181603928616822924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-9144230172263812237</id><published>2010-02-15T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T07:21:36.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply God</title><content type='html'>Cool to be encouraged today by an email. God amazes me everyday. He knows when I need a random encouraging email or hug. Simply God sounds so wrong. God is not a simple God, but the simple little things he does to show me his love amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-9144230172263812237?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/9144230172263812237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/simply-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/9144230172263812237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/9144230172263812237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/simply-god.html' title='Simply God'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8814101912956438051</id><published>2010-02-15T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T12:49:11.864-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jaccue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sefu'/><title type='text'>Jaccue</title><content type='html'>Sefa has a name! Her name is Jaccue. The missionary that works with the orphanage in the slum in Nairobi told me that she saw her two weeks ago. I am so glad that she is still coming back to the orphanage and getting food to fill her stomach. Click &lt;a href="http://mybabycenterjourney.blogspot.com/2010/02/sefa.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see my post on her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-8814101912956438051?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8814101912956438051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/jaccue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8814101912956438051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8814101912956438051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/jaccue.html' title='Jaccue'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-5189393900236729528</id><published>2010-02-14T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:22:41.698-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer camp'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>A Changed Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL3DeuyxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SlFMu4t65Qw/s1600-h/the+map+that+changed+my+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL3DeuyxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SlFMu4t65Qw/s320/the+map+that+changed+my+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320696737319698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL23zrqzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SB1U5aYp5Rc/s1600-h/cabin+that+changed...jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL23zrqzI/AAAAAAAAAE0/SB1U5aYp5Rc/s320/cabin+that+changed...jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320693603969842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL2oAK_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Ij-KSHFdLk/s1600-h/cabin+that+changed+my+life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL2oAK_CI/AAAAAAAAAEs/5Ij-KSHFdLk/s320/cabin+that+changed+my+life.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438320689361386530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to 2007 in Derry Prenkerts blog and read about the camp after my sophomore year. This is the year that God placed the dream in my heart about Kenya. I found some pics...just cool to see and remember that exact time and place. This cabin, room, and map changed my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-5189393900236729528?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/5189393900236729528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/changed-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5189393900236729528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/5189393900236729528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/changed-life.html' title='A Changed Life'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/S3jL3DeuyxI/AAAAAAAAAE8/SlFMu4t65Qw/s72-c/the+map+that+changed+my+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7074445052346338622</id><published>2010-02-14T19:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T20:29:40.719-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jump: Dream Big</title><content type='html'>One years summer camp was titled JUMP. I've been thinking about what I got out of that camp.I learned that I have to dream big and jump out of my comfort zone. I'm not settling on any little thing that I can accomplish. I am setting out for a huge dream that only God can accomplish and get done. How boring would life be if we did things only by our own power? God is so incredibly able to do much more than we can imagine! I have big dreams. Dreams of what and where God will use me in Kenya and not what I can do there but what he can do through me and how he can use me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent a while reading a blog today that inspired me and made me think. This 21 year from TN simply amazed me. She is the adoptive mother of 14 girls and living in Uganda. I feel like people want to put me on hold because of my age. This girl changed my thinking and made me dream big again. Click &lt;a href="http://www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to read her blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only 18. I know God has big plans for me if I allow him to take over my life. I'm so ready and willing for him to use me wherever he wants me to go. I'd leave tomorrow if he asked me to. I'm ready to jump. Now..this year..might now be the right time. God has perfect timing and it is not my timing. If I could I would hop on a plane and fly to kenya and live there tonight. But I think that God has other plans for me this year. I dont think he's done with  me here yet. He will use me where I am. I'm in such amazement that God would place this incredible dream in my life and allow me to be used by him. He chose me. He will not throw me away.[Isaiah 41:9]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even imagine what heaven will be like. If this life is only a very small piece, then eternity is forever. That sounds rediculous. Of course eternity is forever, but I dont think anyone can actually understand forever. Forever means without ever ending. Everything in this life has an ending. I can't imagine what life with no ending is. I'm so excited and curious about how heaven will be. I will get to worship the king 24/7...the one who created the earth! How amazing. No pain and no suffering. That's impossible for me to imagine. Everything I can think of either has pain or suffering. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm ready to go. I'm praying that God will prepare me in this next year to be used by him. To be sent out and do his work. I pray that God leads me to where he wants me. I have no idea what this next year holds. Cosmetology school is a possiblity. Short term mission trips are a possibility. I will just listen and follow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I will come to you and fulfill my gracious PROMISE to bring you back to this place. For I KNOW the PLANS I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to PROSPER you and NOT to harm you, plans to give you a HOPE and a FUTURE. Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will LISTEN to you. You will SEEK me and FIND me when you SEEK me with ALL your heart. &lt;strong&gt;I WILL be found by you&lt;/strong&gt;, declares the Lord." Jeremiah 29:10-14&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-7074445052346338622?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7074445052346338622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/jump-dream-big.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7074445052346338622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7074445052346338622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/jump-dream-big.html' title='Jump: Dream Big'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-76736751069999617</id><published>2010-02-11T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T19:56:15.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I am</title><content type='html'>I couldn't have said it better myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am by Downhere:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Your calling, comes in dream &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in comes in the Spirit's breeze &lt;br /&gt;You reach for the deepest &lt;strong&gt;hope&lt;/strong&gt; in me &lt;br /&gt;And call out for the things of eternity &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a man, of dust and stains, &lt;br /&gt;You move in me, so I can say &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, &lt;strong&gt;Lord send me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of my life,&lt;/strong&gt; I make an offering, &lt;br /&gt;Here I am, Lord send me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow my story is a part of Your plan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here I am&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;setbacks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;failures&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;upset plans&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Test my faith and leave me with empty hands&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Are You not the &lt;strong&gt;closest&lt;/strong&gt; when it's &lt;strong&gt;hardest to stand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that &lt;strong&gt;You will finish what You began &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And these broken parts You will redeem &lt;br /&gt;Become the song that I can sing &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Overwhelmed by the thought of my weakness &lt;br /&gt;And the fear that I'll fail You in the end &lt;br /&gt;In this mess, I'm just one of the pieces, &lt;br /&gt;I can't put this together but You can &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I Am, &lt;strong&gt;all my life&lt;/strong&gt; an offering to You, to You &lt;br /&gt;Somehow &lt;strong&gt;my story is a part of Your plan &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-76736751069999617?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/76736751069999617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/76736751069999617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/76736751069999617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/here-i-am.html' title='Here I am'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-2020673301295284581</id><published>2010-02-08T20:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T20:34:43.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sefa'/><title type='text'>Sefa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3Dlo5TXA_I/AAAAAAAACQg/Y7EIwKAYQ5I/s1600-h/sefa+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3Dlo5TXA_I/AAAAAAAACQg/Y7EIwKAYQ5I/s320/sefa+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436097240975737842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3DloItx7fI/AAAAAAAACQY/uP9fL2_KGas/s1600-h/kristys+pics+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3DloItx7fI/AAAAAAAACQY/uP9fL2_KGas/s320/kristys+pics+008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436097227933216242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3Dlnhl-xgI/AAAAAAAACQQ/rayf_1MDXQg/s1600-h/sefa.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3Dlnhl-xgI/AAAAAAAACQQ/rayf_1MDXQg/s320/sefa.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436097217431520770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sefa means safe in swahili. I looked up the word safe in the dictionary. Many definitions came up, but one stood out to me: free from hurt, injury, danger, or risk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get this little girl from the slums out of my head. Her face keeps coming back to the front of my mind and I just can't stop thinking about her. I know nothing about her. I dont know her name or if she has any brothers or sisters or parents. But for some reason I have been thinking about her a ton lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I named her sefa. Safe. Free from hurt, injury, danger, or risk. This little girl lives in one of the worst slums in Nairobi. Pretty much the opposite of safe. I can't imagine what she has to go through every day and she cant be more than a few years old. So I'm just praying. Praying that God would keep her protected and guard her. I wish I could hold her in my arms and see that she is safe for myself. But God is the God of everything. He knows where she is at this second and what she is going through. God is a protector and provider. I have to trust that he is with her and keeping her safe in his arms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-2020673301295284581?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/2020673301295284581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/sefa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2020673301295284581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/2020673301295284581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2010/02/sefa.html' title='Sefa'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ml83KHAkXok/S3Dlo5TXA_I/AAAAAAAACQg/Y7EIwKAYQ5I/s72-c/sefa+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-3511125730365007495</id><published>2009-12-31T14:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T14:05:33.539-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Precious'/><title type='text'>Precious has a family!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/Sz0gAr_X1mI/AAAAAAAAADw/dBl6i1NvOT8/s1600-h/Precious_goes_home_12-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421524722604562018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/Sz0gAr_X1mI/AAAAAAAAADw/dBl6i1NvOT8/s320/Precious_goes_home_12-09.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Precious went home on December 22! Her family lives at Tenwek.....her father is a pastor, her mother is a nurse at the hospital, and she has 2 big brothers. I'm so thrilled for her! She looks so happy and will have such a great life!! I didn't think she was going to be able to go before Christmas since the courts were closed. I have yet to figure out how this process works! The mother brought Precious a fancy dress to wear home.....so sweet. What a great Christmas gift for Baby Center, Precious, and her family....it's a win/win/win! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-3511125730365007495?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/3511125730365007495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-has-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3511125730365007495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/3511125730365007495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/precious-has-family.html' title='Precious has a family!!!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/Sz0gAr_X1mI/AAAAAAAAADw/dBl6i1NvOT8/s72-c/Precious_goes_home_12-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-4158382210452854194</id><published>2009-12-22T16:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:38:12.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby center'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>God of this City</title><content type='html'>While I was at the baby center in October, I would randomly listen to my ipod at night and just shuffle through the songs. 3 or 4 songs was usually my max for a  night...I had to ration my ipod battery haha.  I remember one night I was listening and the song "God of this City" by Chris Tomlin started to play. I thought back to how much I enjoyed singing this song back home. Then I listened to the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the God of this city&lt;br /&gt;You're the King of these people&lt;br /&gt;You're the Lord of this nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in this darkness&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope to the hopeless&lt;br /&gt;You're the peace to the restless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like our God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For greater things have yet to come&lt;br /&gt;And greater things are still to be done in this city&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listened to every line and thought every line through, but through different eyes. I had seen this town and the towns around the baby center. Every line had a meaning and fit perfectly in everything I had seen. I think that God definitely has greater things to come in the towns surrounding the baby center and the AGC church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my rewrite of this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the God of Salgaa, Nakuru, and Ngata&lt;br /&gt;You're the King of the people that live here and the babies that are orphaned here&lt;br /&gt;You're the Lord of all Kenya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the light in the middle of the night when these former commercial sex workers sell their food and other goods they've made, To the truckers that park along the streets of  Salgaa for the women.&lt;br /&gt;You're the hope to the women who've traded their lives of sin in for a job that will raise a family without compromising their relationship with you. You're the hope to the children who don't have a mom and dad to tuck them in at night and tell them they love them.&lt;br /&gt;You're the peace to the women who have turned their lives around when they face the hard decision of going back to the lifestyle of prostitution. You're the peace to the workers at the baby center who get worn out from taking care of the babies all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no one like our God...You know that all of these children will one day have a place to call home. You know every person who has nothing and is doing everything they can to survive. You know every one of the women in Salgaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For greater things are yet to come and are yet to happen in this part of the world.&lt;br /&gt;You have so much more planned here and you're allowing me to be a tiny part of it. How incredible! You have planted an amazing church, and placed a pastor in it who loves you with all he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so passionate about the AGC baby center and the people God has placed in the towns around it. Isn't it amazing how we can say "no way, absolutely not" and God has completely different plans. I never thought in a million years that I would want to go to Africa and spend my days with the children and people at the baby center. Know it's all I think about. I absolutely cannot wait to get back. The application process is going well. The plan is to go sometime between May and July. Pray that everything will work out with WGM. God knows what he's doing and he knows exactly what will happen. I can't wait to see what he has in store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-4158382210452854194?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/4158382210452854194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-of-this-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/4158382210452854194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/4158382210452854194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-of-this-city.html' title='God of this City'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7423918396533995041</id><published>2009-12-19T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T19:50:47.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesse'/><title type='text'>Update on Jesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/Sy2eS1gXIeI/AAAAAAAAADo/bxYsWKd5nF4/s1600-h/jesse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417159973234221538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/Sy2eS1gXIeI/AAAAAAAAADo/bxYsWKd5nF4/s320/jesse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is from one of the missionaries at the baby center right now: "Jesse can stand by himself for several seconds at a time...it's really cute to watch him try to keep his balance. He's really getting around quite well now." It's so good to see that Jesse is doing well and growing up and starting to walk :) I can't wait for him to get an amazing family and have parents and a place to grow up in.&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/221391714144990774-7423918396533995041?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7423918396533995041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-jesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7423918396533995041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7423918396533995041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-on-jesse.html' title='Update on Jesse'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/Sy2eS1gXIeI/AAAAAAAAADo/bxYsWKd5nF4/s72-c/jesse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-8718596496319286264</id><published>2009-12-15T14:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:10:21.485-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mesh'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='momo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew'/><title type='text'>The 3 Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIxyX4paI/AAAAAAAAADI/oHWLzsk0ybo/s1600-h/momoandrewmesh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415588203341587874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIxyX4paI/AAAAAAAAADI/oHWLzsk0ybo/s320/momoandrewmesh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I love this picture of Momo, Andrew, and Mesh. These boys are about the same age and love to hang out together. They all have such different personalities and I love these three boys to death. They can always make me laugh and are such fun to watch as they interact.&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/221391714144990774-8718596496319286264?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/8718596496319286264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-amigos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8718596496319286264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/8718596496319286264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/3-amigos.html' title='The 3 Amigos'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIxyX4paI/AAAAAAAAADI/oHWLzsk0ybo/s72-c/momoandrewmesh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-67680423914284334</id><published>2009-12-15T14:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:07:10.435-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deborah'/><title type='text'>Deborah has a family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIdK6v4AI/AAAAAAAAADA/Eu6hL_yB6Vw/s1600-h/monica+3"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415587849153011714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIdK6v4AI/AAAAAAAAADA/Eu6hL_yB6Vw/s320/monica+3" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIc1T7iSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ce-sQN1_bDE/s1600-h/monica+2"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415587843353053474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIc1T7iSI/AAAAAAAAAC4/ce-sQN1_bDE/s320/monica+2" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIcacH0CI/AAAAAAAAACw/UeuaeFZLUzs/s1600-h/monica"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415587836139655202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIcacH0CI/AAAAAAAAACw/UeuaeFZLUzs/s320/monica" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deborah went home with her new family on Thanksgiving Day! She was such a funny little thing. She was always smiling and laughing - even if you were talking to the baby in the crib next to her - you could hear her just chuckling away! She has the brightest eyes and the chubbiest cheeks! We are so excited for her and for her new family! May they be richly blessed by God as they raise her! And we pray she will come to know Jesus at an early age and grow to be an amazing woman of God!&lt;br /&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/221391714144990774-67680423914284334?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/67680423914284334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/deborah-has-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/67680423914284334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/67680423914284334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/deborah-has-family.html' title='Deborah has a family!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygIdK6v4AI/AAAAAAAAADA/Eu6hL_yB6Vw/s72-c/monica+3' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7578232394840697251</id><published>2009-12-15T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T14:04:22.372-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ida'/><title type='text'>Ida has a family!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHC2d0vSI/AAAAAAAAACo/crZyfOgugIc/s1600-h/ida6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415586297474759970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHC2d0vSI/AAAAAAAAACo/crZyfOgugIc/s320/ida6.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHCkIMZVI/AAAAAAAAACg/8LK0JzhRTtU/s1600-h/ida5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415586292552197458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHCkIMZVI/AAAAAAAAACg/8LK0JzhRTtU/s320/ida5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHCdBGAuI/AAAAAAAAACY/gsle4Ok0UZw/s1600-h/ida4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415586290643370722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHCdBGAuI/AAAAAAAAACY/gsle4Ok0UZw/s320/ida4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHCKXDDmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LUV1LSnxqIQ/s1600-h/ida2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415586285635178082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHCKXDDmI/AAAAAAAAACQ/LUV1LSnxqIQ/s320/ida2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHB7WYu6I/AAAAAAAAACI/ULpOht8NviE/s1600-h/ida.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415586281605872546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHB7WYu6I/AAAAAAAAACI/ULpOht8NviE/s320/ida.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team had so much fun with Ida while we were there in October. She had such a bubbly personality and was doing well. We were surprised (and sad as well) when two weeks ago her real mom came to get her. We pray that the reasons Ida was given up in the first place have been resolved and her young mother will have the support she needs to raise Ida in a happy and healthy home. That she will know love and that she will someday accept that God loved her soooo much that He sent His Son to take away her sin. We pray that she will become a wonderful christian woman who will make a difference in her country. God has a plan for Ida and although we hoped we would be part of that plan for a little longer, we are thankful for the time we had to know this little ray of sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AsKWV44GDkI/SxWPxP7belI/AAAAAAAAXBI/WCkPxy9v7D4/s1600/DSC_0194.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/221391714144990774-7578232394840697251?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7578232394840697251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/ida-has-family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7578232394840697251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7578232394840697251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/ida-has-family.html' title='Ida has a family!'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0UxPa_aWv40/SygHC2d0vSI/AAAAAAAAACo/crZyfOgugIc/s72-c/ida6.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-221391714144990774.post-7709939392436679100</id><published>2009-12-13T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T13:58:37.065-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kenya'/><title type='text'>The story behind it all...</title><content type='html'>This whole journey began at our church summer camp my sophomore year. We had a prayer cabin that was completely covered in paper and we just wrote our prayers all over the paper. It was amazing. Cabins would go in the middle of the night for an hour at a time and be silent and pray. I went in the cabin one afternoon by myself. I was all alone and I just fell flat on my face before God and told him that I was his...my hands and my feet were his to use and I wanted what he wanted for my life. It was then that I looked up and there was a map on the wall...all I saw was a little orange country: Kenya. I just felt God saying that I would be there in the next five years. I was so excited/scared/nervous/willing to be used. I had no idea what was in Kenya. I didn't know if I would go alone or with a team. I didn't know what I would do or where I would go. I had no clue. So I just prayed. I went through my junior and senior year and put the dream in the back of my mind. I had some health issues that made school really difficult. I had almost given up on this dream that God had placed in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after that summer camp, my church had come behind this orphanage in Kenya...the AGC Baby Center. I wanted nothing to do with it. I didn't want to do what everyone else is doing. I wanted to be different and do something on my own...that wasn't God's plan. The opportunity came up for me to go with a team of 10 other people that I barely knew. It was to the AGC Baby center. At first I said no way. But after thinking, it was clear that I would go. The team consisted mainly of older couples and a girl that was 8 years older than me. We met beforehand and I didn't think I would really connect with the team, but God knew what he was doing. He placed every single person on that team for a reason. I got to know all of them very well and they feel like family to me now. I'm so thankful God put me on that team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's my time to go this alone. I really feel God calling me to this baby center. It just started as kenya and has now turned into the baby center in Nakuru, Kenya. I feel so at home in this town. There is an amazing church next to the baby center that I am so excited to get to work with. I am hoping to live at the baby center for a year at first and impact the lives of the children and workers. I can't wait to see what God has in store. I am so excited! I can't see myself being anywhere else in 10 years than in Kenya. I just want to be used by God. God gave me a passion for working with young children and I believe he gave it to me for the purpose of the children at the baby center. I can't wait to hold them in my arms again and just show them the attention and love they need. I can't wait to see each of them drive out of the baby center gates to go to court and get the family God has designed them to be in. I can't wait to impact the lives of these children and see them grow. There is a light in these children's eyes that has come from knowing the love that God has given the workers and missionaries and the love they show the children. I can see these children growing up to be professors and teachers and pastors. They are absolutely incredible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm only at the beginning of this journey right now. I am sending in my application tomorrow and we will see what happens from there. My hope is to be in Kenya by this next July. Pray that the application process will go smoothly. I know that God knows exactly what he's doing. I can't wait to be used by him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Ashley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/221391714144990774-7709939392436679100?l=ashleymlamason.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/feeds/7709939392436679100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-behind-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7709939392436679100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/221391714144990774/posts/default/7709939392436679100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashleymlamason.blogspot.com/2009/12/story-behind-it-all.html' title='The story behind it all...'/><author><name>Ashley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00287084297381409641</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kCg1awBlFys/TmY7zL3xjVI/AAAAAAAAAuk/ZV4WV4t_ZQY/s220/england%2Bfb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
