<?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-34421506</id><updated>2011-07-07T22:15:15.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ashlea.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>29</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-3910809764958339752</id><published>2009-10-13T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T18:11:36.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>silver.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Malachi 3:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=" ;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“He will sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup value="" href="&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-23124A&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as a refiner and purifier of silver, and he will purify the sons of Levi and refine them like gold and silver, and they will bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup value="" href="&amp;quot;#cen-ESV-23124B&amp;quot;" title="&amp;quot;See"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;offerings in righteousness to the LORD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This verse puzzled some women in a Bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God. One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;group at their next Bible Study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at work. She didn't mention anything about the reason for her interest beyond her curiosity about the process of refining silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she watched the silversmith, he held a piece of silver over the fire and let it heat up. He explained that in refining silver, one needed to hold the silver in the middle of the fire where the flames were hottest as to burn away all the impurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman thought about God holding us in such a hot spot; then she thought again about the verse that says:  “He sits as a refiner and purifier of silver.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She asked the silversmith if it was true that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he had to sit there in front of the fire the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man answered that yes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;not only had to sit there holding the silver, but he had to keep his eyes on the silver the entire time it was in the fire. If the silver was left a moment too long in the flames, it would be destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman was silent for a moment. Then she asked the silversmith, 'How do you know when the silver is fully refined?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled at her and answered,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;“Oh, that's easy --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;when I see my image in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is totally an email forward, but regardless, the "moral" of the story is extremely helpful for me. I have a difficult time grasping the fact that God cares about me as an individual. I tend to think His love for me is obligatory, and also that it's because I'm part of the collective Bride of Christ, rather than believing that He loves ME, whom he created personally. I usually think that yes, He listens when I am talking to Him, but at the same time He is distracted by all the others vying for His attention, so He's not fully paying attention. Satan tells me it would be selfish to believe I've got God's undivided attention, too full of myself and greedy. But I know that Truth refutes that lie. He knows each and every hair on my head, He feeds each sparrow each day and cares much more for me. And yet I still can't wrap my head around the fact that He is constantly, without turning an eye away, watching and working on my life. I've never felt more loved. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-3910809764958339752?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3910809764958339752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=3910809764958339752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3910809764958339752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3910809764958339752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/10/silver.html' title='silver.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-4915132422757094353</id><published>2009-07-09T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:19:11.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'tis so unbelievably sweet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;’Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;And to take Him at His Word;&lt;br /&gt;Just to rest upon His promise,&lt;br /&gt;And to know, “Thus says the Lord!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;O how sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just to trust His cleansing blood;&lt;br /&gt;And in simple faith to plunge me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the healing, cleansing flood!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes, ’tis sweet to trust in Jesus,&lt;br /&gt;Just from sin and self to cease;&lt;br /&gt;Just from Jesus simply taking&lt;br /&gt;Life and rest, and joy and peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I’m so glad I learned to trust You,&lt;br /&gt;Precious Jesus, Savior, Friend;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that You are with me,&lt;br /&gt;Will be with me to the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 18px; "&gt;Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!&lt;br /&gt;How I’ve proved Him over and over&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;Oh for grace to trust Him more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-4915132422757094353?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/4915132422757094353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=4915132422757094353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/4915132422757094353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/4915132422757094353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/07/tis-so-unbelievably-sweet.html' title='&apos;tis so unbelievably sweet.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-7664014422993794119</id><published>2009-06-25T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:24:49.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i gots style!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/62509TrenchBlue325web.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 751px;" src="http://www.thesartorialist.com/photos/62509TrenchBlue325web.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be this old lady when I grow up. Minus the dog, I'm not so much a pet person. I love that she says, "yeah, I have to wear these orthopedic support hose and comfortable shoes, but I'm not going to let it ruin my classic sense of style." The dress and the trench perfectly popped, rolled and cinched just ooze classic chic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-7664014422993794119?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7664014422993794119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=7664014422993794119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/7664014422993794119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/7664014422993794119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-gots-style.html' title='i gots style!'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-2864687733044937595</id><published>2009-02-09T19:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T19:29:05.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Made with Love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 23); font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;Lucky you! The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- What I create will be just for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- It'll be done sometime in 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4- You have no clue what it's going to be. It may be a some kind of art, a homebaked treat, a mixtape?.... Who knows? Not even I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The catch? Oh, the catch is that you must repost this on your blog and offer the same to the first 5 people who do the same on your blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(26, 26, 23); font-family: 'tahoma Trebuchet MS'; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first 5 people to do so and leave a comment telling me they did will win a FAB-U-LOUS homemade gift by me! Oh, and be sure to post a picture of what you win when you get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So....who will be the first 5 people?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-2864687733044937595?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2864687733044937595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=2864687733044937595' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/2864687733044937595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/2864687733044937595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/02/made-with-love.html' title='Made with Love.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-3207148162428849373</id><published>2009-02-05T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T14:35:18.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>::sounds::</title><content type='html'>Wanted to post what I've been listening to lately, and why.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mentions of being broke have been akin to beating a dead horse in my posts over at my &lt;a href="http://ashlealauren.wordpress.com"&gt;creativity blog&lt;/a&gt;, so after this I'll stop bringing it up and just trust everyone has gotten the picture. Anyway, as a result of said broke-ness, I haven't been able to purchase any new music (and yes I do purchase music, support the art and all that, I even buy actual CD's because I like having the art in my hands!) So I've been clinging tightly to &lt;a href="http://ww.pandora.com"&gt;Pandora &lt;/a&gt;these days, and listening to mostly these two stations:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also featuring: Duffy, Sara Bareilles [really enjoying her stuff], Amy Winehouse, A Fine Frenzy [An album I own and love], Jem, Corinne Bailey Rae, Ingrid Michaelson, Yael Naim, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rosie Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;also featuring: Holly Brook, Sara Bareilles again, Missy Higgins, Joshua Radin, and more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Other stuff in rotation&lt;/span&gt;: She + Him [never gets old!], Feist [old faithful], Iron &amp;amp; Wine, Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian, Katie Herzig, etc...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think a lot of my current thing for female vocalists/songwriters with gritty soul, groove, or just killer vocals is coming from my desire to be writing and singing. The inate craving for that comes in waves and lately it's been gigantic swells. I think the reality is that urge is always there, it's just been easy to be distracted from it when I am busy working and doing other stuff, but now with time on my hands and being contsantly in the "what does God have next for my life" frame of mind, it's screaming sometimes so loudly I feel sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My aunt gave me her piano and the movers brought it yesterday. I'm excited beyond words to get started building and brushing up on my piano skills [or current lack thereof] and get writing, but I simultaneously feel so overwhelmed by it, I don't know where to start. I bet Jesus will know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-3207148162428849373?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3207148162428849373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=3207148162428849373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3207148162428849373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3207148162428849373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/02/sounds.html' title='::sounds::'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-8278597539401998190</id><published>2009-01-29T18:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T18:08:16.752-08:00</updated><title type='text'>say a little prayer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jesus, Jesus how I trust you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;How I've proved you over and over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Oh for grace to trust you more.&lt;/span&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/34421506-8278597539401998190?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8278597539401998190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=8278597539401998190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8278597539401998190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8278597539401998190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/say-little-prayer.html' title='say a little prayer.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-5014174816565481462</id><published>2009-01-18T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T02:26:30.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am seeking behavior modification as the easy way out. How backwards is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Rather than let Jesus capture my heart, I block His advances and try to make it okay by promising to fix my actions. At the very same time, I pray with my mouth Psalm 139:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-16263" class="sup" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Search me, O God, and know my heart!&lt;br /&gt;   Try me and know my thoughts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-ESV-16264" class="sup" style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And see if there be any grievous way in me,&lt;br /&gt;   and lead me in the way everlasting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;And in my head what I am thinking when I pray that is: I'm frustrated with where I've gotten myself, I don't like my surroundings, show me my sin so I can fix it and feel/look/act better... except the root of the sin, which is in my heart... just don't go there please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;The Lord has often brought me low by opening my eyes to the parallels between His relationship with me and that of a husband and wife, particularly an unfaithful wife, and this is just further example. How often have you seen marriages that are not ideal and both parties are trying to make it better by fixing fairly superficial things like circumstances and actions. Yet one or both parties are unwilling to open their hearts to the other person and as a result they both decay and their marriage dies as they consistantly deny the other person access, even if they stay together in law and proximity. The imagery of this scenario stirs deeply inside me. I am this wife. I let myself decay and ask why it happens, even though I know the answer. I beg Him to love me and pursue me, and He does. And when He does, I block Him off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;This self-preservation mechanism that wars inside of me has got it completely backwards.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-5014174816565481462?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5014174816565481462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=5014174816565481462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5014174816565481462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5014174816565481462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2009/01/really.html' title='really?'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-3544545321831314183</id><published>2008-11-29T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T17:30:45.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[unfinished]</title><content type='html'>curved, creamy porcelain: beautiful, functional.&lt;br /&gt;held in hands sodden with imperfections.&lt;br /&gt;inside the stains of what was temporarily, deeply satisfying entrench in permanent residence.&lt;br /&gt;wheels spin as the shell is shined and polished. the inside remains ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a portion of clay hardens and dries out in the great artists hands.&lt;br /&gt;the stale process is wrought with simultaneously reluctant and brazen declarations of war, of independence.&lt;br /&gt;in beautifully crafted timing, the artist saturates the clay with life giving water and begins to painfully and lovingly break, soften and mold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-3544545321831314183?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3544545321831314183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=3544545321831314183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3544545321831314183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3544545321831314183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/11/unfinished.html' title='[unfinished]'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-9179369780270423676</id><published>2008-07-08T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:35:28.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>occupation.</title><content type='html'>the official list of what I want to be when I grow up {so.... now}.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;[in alphabetical order]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;america's next top model&lt;br /&gt;anthropologie visual merchandiser&lt;br /&gt;artist at large&lt;br /&gt;barista&lt;br /&gt;bartender&lt;br /&gt;boutique owner&lt;br /&gt;card maker&lt;br /&gt;cupcake and treat maker&lt;br /&gt;deejay&lt;br /&gt;fashion designer&lt;br /&gt;furniture designer&lt;br /&gt;graphic designer&lt;br /&gt;godly trophy wife&lt;br /&gt;hairstylist&lt;br /&gt;hip mama&lt;br /&gt;interior designer&lt;br /&gt;photographer&lt;br /&gt;project runway contestant&lt;br /&gt;singer&lt;br /&gt;songwriter&lt;br /&gt;thrift and antique store junkie&lt;br /&gt;top chef&lt;br /&gt;wedding planner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in a nutshell:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;:CREATOR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-9179369780270423676?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/9179369780270423676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=9179369780270423676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/9179369780270423676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/9179369780270423676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/occupation.html' title='occupation.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-6901303666426515521</id><published>2008-07-03T19:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:52:06.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>* i n s p i r e *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/namecard-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/namecard-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/anthrohuddle-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="358" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/anthrohuddle-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/decor8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 276px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 453px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="460" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/decor8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/AnthroRoom2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 389px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="459" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/Anthrokids.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-6901303666426515521?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6901303666426515521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=6901303666426515521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/6901303666426515521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/6901303666426515521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-n-s-p-i-r-e.html' title='* i n s p i r e *'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/Anthropologie/th_namecard-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-8810234467132378106</id><published>2008-06-30T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T12:46:58.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>bumbershoot: lineup sneakpeak</title><content type='html'>These are just the bands I know and love, full line-up comes mid-July.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band of Horses&lt;br /&gt;Barcelona&lt;br /&gt;Beck&lt;br /&gt;Kinski&lt;br /&gt;Lucinda Williams&lt;br /&gt;M. Ward&lt;br /&gt;Nada Surf&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case&lt;br /&gt;PWRFL Power&lt;br /&gt;Throw Me the Statue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Ingrid Michaelson&lt;br /&gt;Stone Temple Pilots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blitzen Trapper&lt;br /&gt;Flobots&lt;br /&gt;Joshua Morrison&lt;br /&gt;Minus the Bear&lt;br /&gt;The Offspring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-8810234467132378106?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8810234467132378106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=8810234467132378106' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8810234467132378106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8810234467132378106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/06/bumbershoot-lineup-sneakpeak.html' title='bumbershoot: lineup sneakpeak'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-8695642016247450917</id><published>2008-06-17T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T02:23:29.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>l y r i c s</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I used to keep a "task" in Outlook at work in which I would jot down random concepts or buzzwords that came to me for writing songs. Unfortunately I didn't get to take it with me when I left and I truly am pretty upset about it. There were some tasty morsels in there that have slipped my mind and I fear the likelihood of recovering them is minimal. The reason for this is that many of them were allegorical descriptions of some thought, feeling, or experience I was contemplating at the very moment, meant to trigger my memory when revisited. So now that those triggers are wiped away, I am left with no way to remember those lessons and no songwriting material to beautify.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;To be honest, I'm not sure why I am writing this here other than to mourn the loss. There is no lesson to be learned (other than storing personal information on work equipment should be avoided and now can be thanks to googledocs) and I'm sure all 3 of you who will actually read this couldn't care less. But really this blog is a place for me to partake in thought vomit and I, my friends, am thought bulemic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-8695642016247450917?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8695642016247450917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=8695642016247450917' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8695642016247450917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8695642016247450917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/06/l-y-r-i-c-s.html' title='l y r i c s'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-7871918403931912538</id><published>2008-06-17T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:38:04.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SP20</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sup Pop turns 20 this year and is throwing a small soiree, it's going to be a real suckfest...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Saturday, July 12th at Marymoor Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/the_vaselines"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Vaselines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/erics_trip"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Eric’s Trip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/fleet_foxes"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/flight_of_the_conchords"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Flight of the Conchords&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/fluid"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Fluid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/the_helio_sequence"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Helio Sequence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/iron_and_wine"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Iron and Wine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/low"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/mudhoney"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mudhoney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/pissed_jeans"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pissed Jeans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/seaweed"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seaweed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Sunday, July 13th at Marymoor Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/les_thugs"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Les Thugs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/beachwood_sparks"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Beachwood Sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/comets_on_fire"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Comets on Fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/foals"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Foals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/grand_archives"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Grand Archives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/green_river"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Green River&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/kinski"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Kinski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/no_age"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;No Age&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/red_red_meat"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Red Red Meat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/the_ruby_suns"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Ruby Suns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.subpop.com/artists/wolf_parade"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wolf Parade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll be there both days if the Lord tarries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-7871918403931912538?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7871918403931912538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=7871918403931912538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/7871918403931912538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/7871918403931912538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/06/sp20.html' title='SP20'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-540133246265301392</id><published>2008-05-06T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T01:39:31.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capitol Hill Block Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.thestranger.com/blockparty"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;http://www.thestranger.com/blockparty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday July 25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN STAGE (All Ages)&lt;br /&gt;Vampire Weekend&lt;br /&gt;Les Savy Fav&lt;br /&gt;Girl Talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U.S.E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEUMOS STAGE (21+ first come first serve)&lt;br /&gt;SING SING after party feat: DJs Pretty Titty and Four Color Zack&lt;br /&gt;Jay Reatard&lt;br /&gt;The Dodo's&lt;br /&gt;Thee Emergency&lt;br /&gt;Past Lives&lt;br /&gt;Black Eyes and Neck Ties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERA STAGE (All Ages)&lt;br /&gt;Say Hi&lt;br /&gt;Natalie Portman's Shaved Head&lt;br /&gt;PWRFL Power&lt;br /&gt;Black Elk&lt;br /&gt;Talbot Tagora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING COBRA STAGE (21+ first come first serve)&lt;br /&gt;Lesbian&lt;br /&gt;The Heavy Hearts&lt;br /&gt;Pleasureboaters&lt;br /&gt;Black Whale&lt;br /&gt;Airborne Toxic Event&lt;br /&gt;Truckasaurus&lt;br /&gt;Champagne Champagne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday July 26&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIN STAGE (ALL AGES)&lt;br /&gt;DeVotchKa&lt;br /&gt;The Hold Steady&lt;br /&gt;Chromeo&lt;br /&gt;Menomena&lt;br /&gt;Kimya Dawson&lt;br /&gt;The Cave Singers&lt;br /&gt;Kay Kay And His Weathered Underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEUMOS STAGE: (21+ first come first serve)&lt;br /&gt;SING SING after party feat: DJs Pretty Titty, Four Color Zack plus special guests.&lt;br /&gt;Fleet Foxes&lt;br /&gt;Throw Me The Statue&lt;br /&gt;Jaguar Love&lt;br /&gt;Darker My Love&lt;br /&gt;The Builders And The Butchers&lt;br /&gt;The Hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VERA STAGE (All Ages)&lt;br /&gt;Schoolyard Heroes&lt;br /&gt;Akimbo&lt;br /&gt;Grand Ole Party&lt;br /&gt;The Physics&lt;br /&gt;Man Plus&lt;br /&gt;Little Party And The Bad Business&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KING COBRA STAGE (21+ First come first serve)&lt;br /&gt;Zeke&lt;br /&gt;Book Of Black Earth&lt;br /&gt;Feral Children&lt;br /&gt;Velella Velella&lt;br /&gt;Voyager One&lt;br /&gt;Sleepy Eyes Of Death&lt;br /&gt;The Loved Ones&lt;br /&gt;New Faces&lt;br /&gt;Angelo Spencer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-540133246265301392?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/540133246265301392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=540133246265301392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/540133246265301392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/540133246265301392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/05/capitol-hill-block-party.html' title='Capitol Hill Block Party'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-1322204668346473978</id><published>2008-02-15T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T15:22:37.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob NewHeart</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;here's a link to the audio of the song I posted earlier this week... check it ouuut, yo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="return top.js.OpenExtLink(window,event,this)" href="http://www.marshillchurch.org/audio/GiveMeANewHeart_TSF_080210PM830.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;http://www.marshillchurch.org/audio/GiveMeANewHeart_TSF_080210PM830.mp3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-1322204668346473978?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1322204668346473978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=1322204668346473978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/1322204668346473978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/1322204668346473978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/bob-newheart.html' title='Bob NewHeart'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-6711747965974823696</id><published>2008-02-13T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T21:50:58.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Jesus works through Supernanny. I'm convinced of this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-6711747965974823696?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6711747965974823696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=6711747965974823696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/6711747965974823696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/6711747965974823696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/new-skin.html' title='new skin.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-8437821575147779465</id><published>2008-02-11T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:11:56.558-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a punctual guest.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i  can't hear you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;            i can't   feel    the word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;i don't crave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;lost in my desires.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lord in my sin, you give grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                    give me a new heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;           take out this wreckage of stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                fill me with clean blood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                                    give me your passion as my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;    my heart's aching.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;             ruined and disgraced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;                    almost breaking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;all I have is you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;lord in my sin, you are faithful to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                                                        give me a pure heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;        drive all my idols away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;                        rip out my wrecked heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;    help me to grieve for all my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;[i can feel you breaking through this heart of stone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;[i can feel you cracking through this heart of stone.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;[i can feel you crushing all my heart and soul]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;save me for your glory, JESUS, make me whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;"give me a new heart, aka bob newheart" - w r i t t e n   b y    t s f&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/34421506-8437821575147779465?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8437821575147779465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=8437821575147779465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8437821575147779465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8437821575147779465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2008/02/bob-newheart-punctual-guest.html' title='a punctual guest.'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-3805062306640881503</id><published>2007-12-22T15:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:22:31.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh brother(s) where art thou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Whilst scrolling for updates to http://www.pollstar.com/ as is customary for me, I came across a little something that warmed my heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146948913309315602" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/R22ixFbichI/AAAAAAAAAAU/49EMiMHuacU/s400/BTRT.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;For those of you who don't know, "Behold! The Rolling Thunder" is the band fronted by my little brothers, Kale and Kory. I'm a terrible sister as I have yet to attend one of their shows, but I think they actually prefer it that way. Their style is a little too hardcore for me... I know you are thinking "but Ashlea, you are such a hardcore person" and the truth is, the thrashing and screaming just doesn't do it for me when it comes to musica. BUT the right thing to do is check them out at least once, right? Any takers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;They've been playing shows for a couple years now, but it's never gets old seeing them advertised in public forum. Good job brothers, good job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-3805062306640881503?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3805062306640881503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=3805062306640881503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3805062306640881503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3805062306640881503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-brothers-where-art-thou.html' title='oh brother(s) where art thou'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/R22ixFbichI/AAAAAAAAAAU/49EMiMHuacU/s72-c/BTRT.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-5939266119633809831</id><published>2007-12-22T15:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:22:57.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh sweet gravel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;12/28/07 - Hollis Brown &amp;amp; The Beautiful Clarks @ El Corazon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/hollisbrown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/thebeautifulclarks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;  This will be my first El Corazon experience, believe it or not... I didn't even make it to a show when it was the dirty Graceland. BUT I am excited as I have been trying to make it to a Beautiful Clarks' show for a while now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;  The band is headed up by a friend of mine from the Mars Hillbillies days, Billy Hatcher, a master of lap steel and all things dirty south. Billy and the band recorded a four song demo with the help of several MH friends and background vocals contributed by Rosie Thomas and Damien Jurado. The product is a melodic soundtrack that puts me in the mood to drive out to the country and lie in a field drinking sweet tea until sunset.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;  They are playing with Hollis Brown, whom I have not heard before, other than a quick myspace listen, but have heard good things on the street about. Should be a laid back good time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-family:Courier New;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-5939266119633809831?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5939266119633809831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=5939266119633809831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5939266119633809831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5939266119633809831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/12/oh-sweet-gravel.html' title='oh sweet gravel...'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-2179486659842414683</id><published>2007-12-18T14:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:23:21.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's show time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I have made a very important decision with regards to this blog and decided to add a little feature I like to call "Upcoming Shows to Note" ... so creative and original I know. At any rate, I will be regularly posting upcoming shows taking place in Seattle and maybe even Portland &amp;amp; Vancouver, that have peaked my interest and I would like to or am planning to attend. I have also added a link to my "shows" google calendar(see links on righthand side) in case you prefer to view things that way vs. archived posts... this is all assuming you care to view my thoughts at all . (insert overused emoticon here)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Please feel free to leave comments with other shows I may have missed, or your thoughts on the bands I have listed. I intend to add commentary as to what kind of music it is and why I want to see them, etc... but for now here's to get us started:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1/25/08 - The Bravery @ Neumos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/thebravery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1/30/08 - Nada Surf @ The Triple Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/nadasurf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1/30/08 &amp;amp; 1/31/08 - The Decemberists @ The Moore Theatre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/thedecemberists&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;2/21/08 - Sia @ Showbox at the Market&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/siamusic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;3/8/08 - Alanis Morisette, Mute Math, &amp;amp; matchbox twenty @ Key Arena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;www.myspace.com/mutemath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;As I said before, commentary to follow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;this is going to be fun...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-2179486659842414683?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2179486659842414683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=2179486659842414683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/2179486659842414683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/2179486659842414683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/12/its-show-time.html' title='it&apos;s show time'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-5313515112179627718</id><published>2007-11-29T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:23:52.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>recent fascination</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/hall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 400px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://i45.photobucket.com/albums/f81/ashlealauren/hall.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); font-family: georgia;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;I can't put my finger on why, but I am utterly drawn to and fascinated by this painting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-5313515112179627718?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5313515112179627718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=5313515112179627718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5313515112179627718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5313515112179627718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/11/recent-fascination.html' title='recent fascination'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-6178365143482615040</id><published>2007-09-25T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:24:20.779-08:00</updated><title type='text'>n u m b e r    o n e</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;The Number One song on the charts...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... the day I was born: "Footloose" - Kenny Loggins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my 5th birthday: "The Look" - Roxette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my 10th birthday: "Bump N Grind" - R Kelly (#1 Wedding Song of all time, haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my first day of Jr. High: "Macarena" - Los Del Rio (who could forget?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my first day of High School: "I Don't Want to Miss a Thing" - Aerosmith (Freshman Tolo memories come flooding back!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my Sweet 16th Birthday: "Maria, Maria" - Santana (I friggen love this song still, good Karaoke)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my 18th Birthday: "Ain't it Funny" - Jennifer Lopez (Ah the Ja' Rule days...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... the day I graduated from High School: "Foolish" - Ashanti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... my 21st Birthday: "Candy Shop" - 50 Cent (I just remember wanting to hear JT &amp;amp; Snoop - "Signs")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;... today: "Stronger" - Kanye West&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-6178365143482615040?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/6178365143482615040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=6178365143482615040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/6178365143482615040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/6178365143482615040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/09/n-u-m-b-e-r-o-n-e.html' title='n u m b e r    o n e'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-7976160033468969170</id><published>2007-08-29T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T01:24:50.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>faith in summary</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. 2For by it the people of old received their commendation. 3By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is seen was not made out of things that are visible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 4By faith Abel offered to God a more acceptable sacrifice than Cain, through which he was commended as righteous, God commending him by accepting his gifts. And through his faith, though he died, he still speaks. 5By faith Enoch was taken up so that he should not see death, and he was not found, because God had taken him. Now before he was taken he was commended as having pleased God. 6And without faith it is impossible to please him, for whoever would draw near to God must believe that he exists and that he rewards those who seek him. 7By faith Noah, being warned by God concerning events as yet unseen, in reverent fear constructed an ark for the saving of his household. By this he condemned the world and became an heir of the righteousness that comes by faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 8By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing where he was going. 9By faith he went to live in the land of promise, as in a foreign land, in tents with Isaac and Jacob, heirs with him of the same promise. 10For he was looking forward to the city that has foundations, whose designer and builder is God. 11By faith Sarah herself received power to conceive, even when she was past the age, since she considered him faithful who had promised. 12Therefore from one man, and him as good as dead, were born descendants as many as the stars of heaven and as many as the innumerable grains of sand by the seashore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 13These all died in faith, not having received the things promised, but having seen them and greeted them from afar, and having acknowledged that they were strangers and exiles on the earth. 14For people who speak thus make it clear that they are seeking a homeland. 15If they had been thinking of that land from which they had gone out, they would have had opportunity to return. 16But as it is, they desire a better country, that is, a heavenly one. Therefore God is not ashamed to be called their God, for he has prepared for them a city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 17By faith Abraham, when he was tested, offered up Isaac, and he who had received the promises was in the act of offering up his only son, 18of whom it was said, "Through Isaac shall your offspring be named." 19 He considered that God was able even to raise him from the dead, from which, figuratively speaking, he did receive him back. 20By faith Isaac invoked future blessings on Jacob and Esau. 21By faith Jacob, when dying, blessed each of the sons of Joseph, bowing in worship over the head of his staff. 22By faith Joseph, at the end of his life, made mention of the exodus of the Israelites and gave directions concerning his bones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 23By faith Moses, when he was born, was hidden for three months by his parents, because they saw that the child was beautiful, and they were not afraid of the king’s edict. 24By faith Moses, when he was grown up, refused to be called the son of Pharaoh’s daughter, 25 choosing rather to be mistreated with the people of God than to enjoy the fleeting pleasures of sin. 26 He considered the reproach of Christ greater wealth than the treasures of Egypt, for he was looking to the reward. 27By faith he left Egypt, not being afraid of the anger of the king, for he endured as seeing him who is invisible. 28By faith he kept the Passover and sprinkled the blood, so that the Destroyer of the firstborn might not touch them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 29By faith the people crossed the Red Sea as on dry land, but the Egyptians, when they attempted to do the same, were drowned. 30By faith the walls of Jericho fell down after they had been encircled for seven days. 31By faith Rahab the prostitute did not perish with those who were disobedient, because she had given a friendly welcome to the spies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 32And what more shall I say? For time would fail me to tell of Gideon, Barak, Samson, Jephthah, of David and Samuel and the prophets— 33who through faith conquered kingdoms, enforced justice, obtained promises, stopped the mouths of lions, 34 quenched the power of fire, escaped the edge of the sword, were made strong out of weakness, became mighty in war, put foreign armies to flight. 35 Women received back their dead by resurrection. Some were tortured, refusing to accept release, so that they might rise again to a better life. 36Others suffered mocking and flogging, and even chains and imprisonment. 37 They were stoned, they were sawn in two, they were killed with the sword. They went about in skins of sheep and goats, destitute, afflicted, mistreated— 38of whom the world was not worthy— wandering about in deserts and mountains, and in dens and caves of the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt; 39And all these, though commended through their faith, did not receive what was promised, 40since God had provided something better for us, that apart from us they should not be made perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;1Therefore, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, 2looking to Jesus, the founder and perfecter of our faith, who for the joy that was set before him endured the cross, despising the shame, and is seated at the right hand of the throne of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;hebrews 11:1 - 12:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-7976160033468969170?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/7976160033468969170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=7976160033468969170' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/7976160033468969170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/7976160033468969170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/08/faith-in-summary.html' title='faith in summary'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-1899790041246662533</id><published>2007-08-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T21:59:44.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>callous</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;ilence is burning a hole in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;In all the noise, the solitude; both my friend and enemy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;My countenance has fallen and I don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Why anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Apathy overcomes, complete indifference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And yet the irony is, I loathe my apathy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Two pumps, country bass and polka dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I find myself wandering, searching for balance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Patent hope mesmerizes, so close yet so far&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Spanish cities remind me of what's meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I know you hold me, I want to feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;I know you hold me, I want to feel it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Persimmon, dandelion, licorice, chalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;They are precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Surely even the birds have food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Much more I, much more I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Greatness seen by lilies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Their tender demeanor and fresh dew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;This is a song I wrote about 6 weeks ago or so... just thought I'd put it out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 255);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-1899790041246662533?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/1899790041246662533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=1899790041246662533' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/1899790041246662533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/1899790041246662533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/08/callous.html' title='callous'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-5020740231905265540</id><published>2007-08-02T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-02T00:41:26.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salt and Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Check out these sermons... seriously fantastic. Do it. I'm not joking around here. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/resources/sermons/20070715saltlight.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.thevillagechurch.net/resources/sermons/20070715saltlight.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/resources/sermons/20070722saltlight2.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;http://www.thevillagechurch.net/resources/sermons/20070722saltlight2.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-5020740231905265540?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/5020740231905265540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=5020740231905265540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5020740231905265540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/5020740231905265540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/08/salt-and-light.html' title='Salt and Light'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-2521777016333552322</id><published>2007-07-29T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T15:38:18.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mirror, mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Therefore, since we have this ministry, as we have received mercy, we do not lose heart. But we have renounced the hidden things of shame, not walking in craftiness &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nor handling the word of God deceitfully&lt;/span&gt;, but by manifestation of the truth commending ourselves to every man’s conscience in the sight of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;- 2 Corinthians 4:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I confess. I am uber guilty of this; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;"handling the word of God deceitfully." Like Eve, my intentions are good (well, mostly), but the outcome, not so much. As an image bearer of Christ, I have not been doing my job properly, I have been a poor representation of the gospel that I owe my life too. I have not reflected Glory of God, the infinite creator, as I have been designed to do. Instead I have sought my own happiness in things created and well, let's be honest, that doesn't really work out in the end. I have sought my own glory and in the name of Christ no less, which is quite reprehensible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me get more specific. Christ has called us to live &lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt; the world but not &lt;em&gt;of&lt;/em&gt; the world. Reconciling what this looks like in practice is not an easy or quick task. I would even venture to say we spend our whole lives working on this practice as culture and our stages of life change, requiring us to re-contextualize the gospel as seen through our lives. In recent months my life has been a hands on exercise of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearly every unbeliever I have ever met has some sort of skewed vision of Christianity based on past Christians they have interacted with. This has caused me to make it my personal mission to redeem Christianity by proving how cool Christians are. I'm not disillusioned to the fact that there are a lot, a majority even, of uncool Christians who are difficult to relate to, I am also not diminishing the value of contextualization, quite the opposite. What I am trying to do is confess as my recent attempts to contextualize the gospel have turned into justification of sinful behavior. I have found myself regularly repenting of events having taken place the night or weekend before, my heart broken further each time. The friends who were with me, telling me I didn't do anything they haven't and worse, while others who have known me for years, worried at my destructive behavior and seeming to them, lack of remorse. My own thoughts trying to weed through the good and the bad, knowing the answer is not to disassociate with the unbelieving friends with whom most of my unacceptable behavior takes place, but not knowing how to merge the dualities of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And now it hits me, the words of my dear sister not long after reconciling her own life. Honesty. Brutal honesty. After a dark time in her life, she left the darkness behind when she began being brutally honest with everyone in her life, no matter how much it cost her. She became a woman of integrity, her life being transparent to all. Her "lives" merged together into one perfect testimony of God's grace and mercy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now that it has taken me three days to write this blog, I think I am simply going to wrap it up by asking you to pray as I, with God's grace and power, merge my lives into one honest reflection of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-2521777016333552322?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/2521777016333552322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=2521777016333552322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/2521777016333552322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/2521777016333552322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2007/07/mirror-mirror.html' title='mirror, mirror'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-8291350732475571387</id><published>2006-12-14T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T20:12:37.194-08:00</updated><title type='text'>parched</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clearly I kinda suck at this whole blogging thing, but when you have myspace, facebook, evite (either I'm popular or all my friends are evite obsessed because it seems like I consistently have 700ish at any given moment) the Mars Hill members website and 4 current and valid e-mail addresses to keep up with, finding time to blog is scarce. BUT be encouraged because I am starting to see the importance of blog therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some unexplainable reason, there is something peaceful and calming about a blog. Maybe it's because the nature of it is more about thought and reflection, journaling really, as opposed to keeping up with people without having to call and finding friends you haven't seen since you were very best friends in kindergarten. At any rate, I am going to attempt to be more diligent in my blogging, quite likely at the expense of other online endeavors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for this being, I am once again redesigning Ashlea... something I tend to do every so often. Now before you start in on the "be true to yourself" speech, know that it is far more a project of &lt;em&gt;finding&lt;/em&gt; my true self. The constant is always that I am found in Jesus Christ, who I am starts with Him. The change comes through opening my heart to His conviction and repentance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;To be brutally honest, I have felt very hard hearted lately. My mind knows that only Christ knows what's best for me and no matter how hard I try to override my heart, it still says REBEL. With my mind, I want my heart to be on mission with God, but I'm not there yet. Now I know that I will get there because I have both seen and tasted the faithfulness of God. I know that He is teaching me something and leading me through a desert so that I might appreciate water, but thirst doesn't want to wait to be quenched. In my sin I look to change my surroundings; friends, jobs, activities, physical appearance, and while God may very well be leading me to make some of these changes, my idolatry is looking to them for satisfaction before looking to God. And the irony of it is that my surroundings are not the reason for my discontentment, my looking to them is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been avoiding God lately and I realized last night that the reason was because I was afraid to read the Word and get nothing from it and for some reason, likely aided by the whispered lies of Satan, I decided it wasn't worth the risk. It's the old, I don't want to get hurt so I'm not going to put myself out there. What bull! I mean really, I know so many things to be true of God, especially His faithfulness. Not to mention, how unbelievably selfish of me. I was listening to a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevillagechurch.net/resources/sermons/011506_hebrews2.html"&gt;sermon&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;today preached by Josh Patterson of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thevilliagechurch.net/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;The Village Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; on Hebrew chapter 2 and he shared a similar experience. He was talking about how as he read the text for the sermon, he was bored. As he contemplated why that was and what he was going to preach on, he realized that the text didn't say anything about himself. It was all about Jesus and His glory and authority over the angels, but there was nothing he could relate to his own life. He says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Well, I live in a delusional world of self, and worship's about me, and church is about me, and the Gospel’s about me. So here’s my hope: I just want to worship. I want to worship Him because of who He is. I want Him to be enough. I want Him and Him alone to be enough. I want Jesus all by Himself to be enough to engage my soul, to impress me, so that when I read this text I absolutely fall down at the great and glorious name of Jesus. That His name would be supreme in my life and that I would become less and He would become great; that I would no longer make the Gospel, and make scripture, and make God about me. But that I would make it all about Him because that’s exactly what scripture does. It’s all about Him, it’s not&lt;br /&gt;about us. And we have got to align ourselves with that reality and that truth or the Christianity and Gospel will become ritualistic and shallow and uninspiring."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So that's my prayer, one of many I guess. That Christ would be enough and yes through that He would change me and make me an effective tool for HIS purposes, not for mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-8291350732475571387?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/8291350732475571387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=8291350732475571387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8291350732475571387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/8291350732475571387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2006/12/parched.html' title='parched'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-3112920667852990393</id><published>2006-10-23T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:22:00.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patience, Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;That's what God whispered to me yesterday... it's a lesson I know He's been teaching me for a while now, more clearly the past couple weeks, and last night He just came out and said it..... and I needed to hear it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've been really good at being patient about the future in general, knowing that God has it all in His hands and therefore I have no reason to worry or be anxious... but what I have now learned about myself is that as soon as God gives me a little taste of what the specifics &lt;em&gt;might&lt;/em&gt; look like, I immediately throw all patience to the wind and find myself screaming "HURRY UP!!" Like Veruca Salt, "I want it NOW" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not only do I lack patience, but I start trying to make it happen myself, working hard and at the end of the day feeling as though all that work is in vain, most likely because it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;...So that's the kind of patience that God is now teaching me, how to trust Him not only to decide what's going to happen in my life, but to walk me there as well... at a slower pace than I might want. It's not going to happen all at once, but daily He will lead me closer and closer to the things He has in store for me. My job is to trust Him, every day, and live in the moment that He has put me in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Patience, child, just have patience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-3112920667852990393?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/3112920667852990393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=3112920667852990393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3112920667852990393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/3112920667852990393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2006/10/patience-child.html' title='Patience, Child'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34421506.post-116050666122086863</id><published>2006-10-10T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T09:24:59.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace Kelly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/1600/GraceKelly%20Wedding%20Party.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/320/GraceKelly%20Wedding%20Party.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/1600/GraceKelly%20Prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/320/GraceKelly%20Prayer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/1600/GraceKelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/320/GraceKelly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/1600/GraceKelly2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4596/3792/320/GraceKelly2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace Kelly is one of the most beautiful women who has ever lived.  My mom has often been told she looks like Grace Kelly and I must agree, especially the last one. Anyway, these are some of my favorite pictures of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34421506-116050666122086863?l=ashlealauren.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/feeds/116050666122086863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34421506&amp;postID=116050666122086863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/116050666122086863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34421506/posts/default/116050666122086863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ashlealauren.blogspot.com/2006/10/grace-kelly.html' title='Grace Kelly'/><author><name>ashlea.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_HMStZ3FGSq8/SGk58zUzZmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bvuAfWPU2Io/S220/Thought.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
