the struggle

Tuesday, June 27, 2017

There's no shame in the struggle

No shame in the strain

In those days where the effort between this breath and next

Is almost too much to take

The times when tears fall and all hope seems lost

There's no shame in the fighting

In the grit, in the groaning

Things clawed for, peace barely gained

T h e r e i s n o s h a m e

He is there

In your mess

In your heartache

In your war torn mind

In the whispered prayers

Where you're not sure anyone is hearing you

He is t h e r e

And you know what?

He loves you

Every last, beaten up, torn down, messy, broken part of you

The parts of you that you love

The parts of you that you hate

Is fully loved, fully cherished, fully accepted, and fully His

So, go ahead

Live like you believe it



Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Originally featured on Burning Youth

Braids and ball caps
Hair bows and stuffed animals
Flower crowns and chipped nail polish
Lover of all things bright and beautiful
Adventures and staying up reading past bedtime

Owner of scraped knees
Porcelain figurines
And worlds created in her imagination
When did you trade the books and toys in your backpack
For the weight and burden of the world?

The one with the caged and wary heart
You're a little weighted down
With lies and tears and promises that weren't kept
Shackles around your ankles
The burden of shattered trust

Did you know those places that seem beyond repair?
Those places..yes, girl, those
Those are the exact same places
That the light gets in and grows
The seeds planted in your soul

I know what you're thinking
How can something that hurts so bad
Ever be turned into anything resembling good?
But I know you
Because I am you

I know the nights you've spent
Sobbing into your pillow
The victim of your own unrelenting thoughts
The days that the hustle of going through the motions
Was enough to send your head spinning

Shaking hands with 'braveheart' written across your palms
Tigress earning her stripes
I know how hard you have fought
To never, ever let the battle make you
Anything, but soft

She who has galaxies in her eyes

The one with a nuclear warhead for a brain

Raging hurricane in the place of your soul

Yes, you, darling, you
Are a mountain shaker
Because you belong to the One
Who casts them into the sea on your behalf

Do you know how bright you shine
Each and every time you reflect
The light of the Morning Star Himself?

Do you know your own preciousness?
That which is Divine became that which is human
In order to not only partake in your brokenness
But free you from it as well?

Do you know how brave you are?
How strength drips from your fingertips
As you sit with a pen and a page
Writing out the psalms of your broken heart?

When you could feel the first cracks of your hopes and dreams
About to avalanche around you
And the tears were streaming down
And you whispered, “Thy will be done,”
You positioned yourself in the safest and most glorious place
On either side of eternity

The next morning
As you began praying for someone else who was hurting
And His voice interrupted you with the reminder,
I AM close to the brokenhearted.”
Pulled you close and invited you to be filled up
Before you began pouring out
And suddenly, your pain didn't seem so overwhelming
Because you realized you weren't alone

Yeah, maybe he left
Took advantage of your gentle heart
Emotionally manipulated you while having the audacity to call it love
And it scares you that something could feel so real
Yet be so far from the truth

But what have you to fear when Love Himself knows you by name?
When He who is Love
Never leaves
Never forsakes
Never abandons
Always pursues

You claimed you were a fool
But aren't we all fools in love?
And if your greatest crime was loving too much
What have you to be sorry for?

Don't let this destroy you
That boy was broken so he did broken things
But you're broken, too
And that can only be fixed by the One
Who was broken to make us whole

You loved and you lost
But if you bow out with grace
Can you ever really lose?

You have a fire inside you
Somewhere deep in your chest
It cannot be quenched by temporary people
Not if you choose to keep the flames lit

You have fought hard battles before
Bruised and bleeding, you have carried on
Step by agonizing step until you saw peace again
You'll make it out of this just fine

You are a royal Daughter of the Most High
And you deserve a love that treats you as such
A love that would go through hell for you
A love that would cross oceans for you
A love like the One who went to the grave and back again
Just to have you by His side

Do you hear me?
You already have a Love you can never be separated from
Not by darkness, not by principalities, or even the powers of hell
So, girl, listen-
Anything less is only a counterfeit

Wait for this love
Give this love
Be this love
Because I AM does not give His heart in pieces
And neither should you

tea time

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

“But I'm too afraid to lose him,” sighed the young woman, tears making her eyelashes wet and sticky against blushed cheeks. Pale hands encircled the cup of tea like a safety blanket.

The old woman's lips pulled back in a knowing, empathetic smile, deepening the wrinkles in her face.

“Tell me,” She says in hushed tones. Her voice vibrates with the weight of wisdom. “Are you afraid of losing him or being forced to find yourself?”


imago dei

Tuesday, June 6, 2017


  “So God created man in his own image,

male and female he created them.”
Genesis 1:27(ESV)

We are all made in the image of God
In the image of God, He created us
We seem to have forgotten our origins
Pulled up our roots and left home for the street
We surround ourselves with those just like us
If they're different, they aren't someone we want to meet
We forget we're all saplings, little seeds, here in the dirt
Spread out across the nations, but planted in the same earth
After all, we don't like their culture, their political party
The clothes they wear and, sometimes, not even the food they eat

You know the ones I'm speaking of
Or, at least, you know what you've heard
And we know that hearsay is gospel
To step outside our comfort zone
Would not be anything less than absurd
So, you stick with your people
And they stick with theirs
But I wonder how much hatred would simply not exist
If we ever bothered to be open
And stitch together all the tears

The man with the broken English
Who has been here a few short years
The one who spends his evenings learning
As much about his new country as he can
He finds comfort in the familiarity of those who come from his homeland
But he tries his best to connect to the world around him, foreign as it seems
And yet, still, the things you spit at him:
Why won't he integrate?”
Perhaps he should just go back from where he came.”
But in the time you've spent judging him, did you even try to learn his name?

The young woman with the hijab
That no one dares look in the eye
Because they flash with unspoken fear
And war and running
Far, far from bombs and terror and home just to survive
No one knows her secret sorrow
Or cares that she can feel their unease
But if you paused for just a moment
And let her know, it's going to be okay
Maybe that would be enough to give her enough courage to make it through the day

The one that stands homeless with a cardboard sign
On the corner of a busy street
She's panhandling for a little change and maybe a bite to eat
Some scoff and roll their eyes, others demand she get a job
What they don't know is that she's already working
But after paying for books and tuition doesn't have enough for food or a home
They have no idea she's pursuing her Masters
Yes..she's getting a degree
They wouldn't know because when they look at her
None of them truly see

And you
The one reading this
The one with the smile that lights up like stars
Maybe you're thick
Maybe you're skinny
Flawless skin or deeply scarred
Do you know who you're representing
Each time you step out your door?
You are made in the image of the Almighty
And so is the guy living next door

We are all made in the image of God
Whether we're white, brown, black
Rich, poor, from Polynesia or Iraq
We belong to the One who made us
Every skin color, history, and culture
God never made a single person without leaving His mark
So, yes, that person you're thinking of
They're made in His image, too
They were made for relationship and purpose
Just like me and you

Some of us just don't know it yet

So, the next time you see a person
The type you tend to look away from
When passing them on the street
Make sure to tell them that God loves them

And be kind to everyone you meet

Hey, everyone! I'm back from my lengthy hiatus(September?? Really, Ashlyn??). I promise I won't fall off the map like that again! As you can see, the blog has a new name! I think it encapusulates the theme I'm trying to present more as I won't just be ranting about horses anymore haha! How have you guys been? Drop a comment below and let me know!

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