Who Am I You Say?

First, I do not claim to be an excellent writer. I do not put commas where they are suppose to be and  type to fast to even notice that I misspelled words.One thing for sure is that I love to talk and write. I always wanted to be a youtube sensation by  doing what , I have no clue...So I decided to blog instead. My life is pretty simple. I have a love for Jesus, that sometimes I wonder why he choose me, but all I can say is I thank him for his grace and mercy. As many of you may know I can not go a day without updating my status on facebook with a bible verse.( I have been lacking in that department though.) I believe that facebook is great way to spread God's word and  do want to use it for the good of the world. If you know me you also know that I can not stop talking about my niece, nephew, godson, and cousin. I love them so much, I love babies in general. It is sad to see them grow up fast and know that they don't need you as often. Imagine me being the aunt feeling this way, how in the world do their mothers feel. My family is very important to me, I don't get to see them as often as I want to but the time we do see each other, I love it. You can bet we have so many laughs and good times together. Growing up  I was the youngest of the three girls. I remember when we would spend summer vacation at my Aunt Margaret's house and we could always break up into teams fighting. I of course was with my older cousin Amy and my  older sister Amanda with my cousin Laura, we would fight to see who would clean up the living room or kitchen first, or who got to be the pink or yellow ranger(why they only decided to put to girls as power rangers,I will never know). I remember putting on Christmas shows at our family  gatherings and putting on Spice Girl concerts in the living room. We grew up from all that but I can't help but remember all the times we had when we where younger. My mom says we where inseparable when we where younger,how couldn't we all grew up like sisters, although I was born 4 years after my sister Amanda (who wanted to play with a baby), and 4 years after that came my brother Adrian(who wanted to play witha stinky boy:)). Amanda, Amy  and Laura are all married now and have started a life of their own, at times I do feel sad that I don't have the happines they  have but I know one day it will come. As of this instant I am content with my life. I know who I am and what I stand for. I hope you enjoy my first blog and in return I hope to be a blessing in your life.I have posted some picture of my family. I hope you enjoy them as much as I do.


Blessings-
Ashley
For you have been my hope, O Sovereign LORD, my confidence since my youth."
Psalm 71:5 





Me



Mom. Adrian, Dad,Me, Amanda, Leah. Joe


Laura, Amy. me, Amanda




My Godson Aiden
Trevor Chanchito Matumbo Shotwell
Amanda, Me
My little ray of sunshine and Me(not my best picture)

Mom. Adrian, Me

EE(hopefully this name does not get stuck with him) and Me


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