tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-92059430441830829292024-03-12T23:09:57.590-07:00Silver BoxesAshleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235372067351804313noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205943044183082929.post-7401725254377851002009-02-01T16:51:00.000-08:002009-02-01T18:40:04.155-08:00seems like yesterday<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xAaVQZfEJDafvl5w2QzNaqfx6NmQn6jWTEUYHw3EVoMI0l-y11id9YAohIAAiM_ROGQebVNYTdXHSlvRzjVdPSSR8Wq16YXp9RGadrwgVmBSRKLDqm9538otyJVRwibI64HGzHeF4xo/s1600-h/Nash+b-day.+zoo+235.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297997354114351794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3xAaVQZfEJDafvl5w2QzNaqfx6NmQn6jWTEUYHw3EVoMI0l-y11id9YAohIAAiM_ROGQebVNYTdXHSlvRzjVdPSSR8Wq16YXp9RGadrwgVmBSRKLDqm9538otyJVRwibI64HGzHeF4xo/s320/Nash+b-day.+zoo+235.JPG" border="0" /></a> MAN-it just seems like yesterday my baby turned one--and now he's turning two--before I know it he'll be all grown up--makes u realize how short life is and what the big picture is all about--</div>
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<br /><div><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">silveroaktree</span>--"my blog address" are my two favorite poems put together-a friend gave me a copy of Silver Boxes when I was in the sixth grade- I still have that same copy -more importantly I still have that lifetime friend! It's crazy how people can be touched so by the smallest things-I will share The Oak Tree some other time-there is a great story behind that one.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Silver Boxes</div>
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<br /><div align="center">My words were harsh and hasty</div>
<br /><div align="center">And they came without a thought.</div>
<br /><div align="center">Then I saw the pain and anguish</div>
<br /><div align="center">That my bitter words had brought.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Bitter words that I had spoken</div>
<br /><div align="center">Made me think back through the past;</div>
<br /><div align="center">Of how many times I'd uttered</div>
<br /><div align="center">Biting words whose pain would last.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Then I wondered of the people</div>
<br /><div align="center">I had hurt by things I'd said;</div>
<br /><div align="center">All the ones I had discouraged </div>
<br /><div align="center">When I didn't use my head.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Then I thought about my own life,</div>
<br /><div align="center">Of painful words I've heard;</div>
<br /><div align="center">And of the times I'd been discouraged</div>
<br /><div align="center">By a sharp and cruel word.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">And now clearly I remember</div>
<br /><div align="center">All the things I might have done;</div>
<br /><div align="center">But, by a word I was discouraged</div>
<br /><div align="center">And they never were begun.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Lord, help my words be silver boxes,</div>
<br /><div align="center">Neatly wrapped up with a bow;</div>
<br /><div align="center">That I give to all so freely,</div>
<br /><div align="center">As through each day I gladly go.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Silver boxes full of treasure, </div>
<br /><div align="center">Precious gifts from God above;</div>
<br /><div align="center">That all the people I encounter</div>
<br /><div align="center">Might have a box of God's own love.</div>
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<br /><div> </div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235372067351804313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205943044183082929.post-88202540289236901572009-01-19T20:36:00.000-08:002009-01-19T21:25:11.580-08:00My Grammy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzG5xyW31dr8aYucg9HtfrqUv8nT-iydRsALrlp1AGf9C83p-X5pQM3ioy9jlJRtD6QGtBMWeuW2tG59PIAupPQFCFc07Fezj_PEbCx9RFh-g69nElnp6felfMokpJY-ZKJBVj4v7UukE/s1600-h/grams.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzG5xyW31dr8aYucg9HtfrqUv8nT-iydRsALrlp1AGf9C83p-X5pQM3ioy9jlJRtD6QGtBMWeuW2tG59PIAupPQFCFc07Fezj_PEbCx9RFh-g69nElnp6felfMokpJY-ZKJBVj4v7UukE/s320/grams.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293242237800052034" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglU40G-64UV5bFETB-k9PhNU6qXRz50olQIqjSuB2ciFASFJE0UG83MvA4EAMpX27P99RMEWBAb8YmBZPxKSD5SoOck9GJUQWtjFzdO6vB2f-dji1sZ7is1Q9wiTKkphTjyP3lbmVRBh4/s1600-h/grammy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglU40G-64UV5bFETB-k9PhNU6qXRz50olQIqjSuB2ciFASFJE0UG83MvA4EAMpX27P99RMEWBAb8YmBZPxKSD5SoOck9GJUQWtjFzdO6vB2f-dji1sZ7is1Q9wiTKkphTjyP3lbmVRBh4/s320/grammy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293242234684294482" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hEr2v-CyoHClsH-ardsZMaBor2m7pw8YGvr_jggF6r6xA8UEFaht6vuN9V66vTapVP5LSsZEmJGBa6x2h3a82N4960jnkkDEvwVoozzIZXfL1Yc-iAuEfUSni-f2CAJf1ZJSOFPcH-w/s1600-h/baby+grammy.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5hEr2v-CyoHClsH-ardsZMaBor2m7pw8YGvr_jggF6r6xA8UEFaht6vuN9V66vTapVP5LSsZEmJGBa6x2h3a82N4960jnkkDEvwVoozzIZXfL1Yc-iAuEfUSni-f2CAJf1ZJSOFPcH-w/s320/baby+grammy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293242220136023570" /></a><br /><strong><strong><strong><strong>For those that don't know we had to say goodbye to my Grammy the week of Christmas-she had been sick for some time-and she told us all -she was ready to go be with Jesus in Heaven--she knew exactly where she was going-and she knew we would be with her again someday--I love you Grammy and I miss you already--we had a celebration of her life this past Sunday at her church-it was beautiful! Grammy would've loved it</strong></strong></strong></strong>!<strong></strong>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235372067351804313noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9205943044183082929.post-77154668364007802972009-01-14T19:33:00.000-08:002009-01-14T20:01:51.332-08:00All My Heart<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c9Rb7u60SiI97EMuAQL60I1v9mDVm312pg0BDf8d2FM3GEorGhvu9BPBGEnN09S2fI3G-y5IqV3I1LzicF-8SVT2e8r9br24sMsgtsDGNvVgMIMDymKqygbi6H2m5-oCBg4JYEirvwg/s1600-h/redbirds.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365358993068002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8c9Rb7u60SiI97EMuAQL60I1v9mDVm312pg0BDf8d2FM3GEorGhvu9BPBGEnN09S2fI3G-y5IqV3I1LzicF-8SVT2e8r9br24sMsgtsDGNvVgMIMDymKqygbi6H2m5-oCBg4JYEirvwg/s320/redbirds.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQfDbqXqmxJNbq3ZeKyEacYGnHRRsv5bIgXZR4m0Qd2HGR3ONdwlKOOue-CLJKsph4kZjJkdMENuxtMaDD4OePpcQ3IAKGmagsVG9nByRZnDHT3zsW_VHt91M0pC1tcYppqPY3W7W3f4/s1600-h/DSC06659.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365354915055010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyQfDbqXqmxJNbq3ZeKyEacYGnHRRsv5bIgXZR4m0Qd2HGR3ONdwlKOOue-CLJKsph4kZjJkdMENuxtMaDD4OePpcQ3IAKGmagsVG9nByRZnDHT3zsW_VHt91M0pC1tcYppqPY3W7W3f4/s320/DSC06659.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0V4jhKjHwG6bpy3cp3gsCWfJXDCJ51RnhlTXZgYKL38gnJmooipLxPIAzAbaNzMFFsqikGG9SdTaGHsLBUu-gkhGdyqdTCIV11U3fWy907PjPUcGcIPgIU2jxZ0kk92ZWWY13ZQAc3I/s1600-h/178.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365353121037970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQ0V4jhKjHwG6bpy3cp3gsCWfJXDCJ51RnhlTXZgYKL38gnJmooipLxPIAzAbaNzMFFsqikGG9SdTaGHsLBUu-gkhGdyqdTCIV11U3fWy907PjPUcGcIPgIU2jxZ0kk92ZWWY13ZQAc3I/s320/178.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69604YEEMo8845dpuxaPKg0L_e9N_SlOSx32CCcbP-m-DcAn5z-pa3TV2k-D6YKAuwS7Zc8mHbDM65AnIQ_3BBSPEYj8K2OMP8Lmj2X3voUH7s0TCtDGxlvI9c_RZFi2971ae0int8qo/s1600-h/041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365341271176642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh69604YEEMo8845dpuxaPKg0L_e9N_SlOSx32CCcbP-m-DcAn5z-pa3TV2k-D6YKAuwS7Zc8mHbDM65AnIQ_3BBSPEYj8K2OMP8Lmj2X3voUH7s0TCtDGxlvI9c_RZFi2971ae0int8qo/s320/041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk56L2g6qVJfX2mtLTrs_IOYLBzPSRaXWI8PlUVSD54tBd2c_XPAJjBBBFiPfT2tV3ETIO-o0GpXFTXv2NbpxCf2hPLaCEDpCMUq69gIw0GtWJZckiegYUYnabEAngCJzug6WHDkrmFog/s1600-h/DSC07466_edited.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291365337851167858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk56L2g6qVJfX2mtLTrs_IOYLBzPSRaXWI8PlUVSD54tBd2c_XPAJjBBBFiPfT2tV3ETIO-o0GpXFTXv2NbpxCf2hPLaCEDpCMUq69gIw0GtWJZckiegYUYnabEAngCJzug6WHDkrmFog/s320/DSC07466_edited.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Ashleyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06235372067351804313noreply@blogger.com1