Archive for March, 2010

tom may memorial 5k.

Yesterday was the Second Tom May Memorial 5k Walk/Run. It was cold and rainy, but there were plenty of us there to show our support and remember our friend. I think of Tom often, but as the run approached, my remembering increased. As I listened to Tom’s mother talk about how the things in Tom’s Bible really showed who he was, I was hit by the same feeling I have felt many times since the day of the accident almost a year and a half ago: disbelief. Can he really be gone? I saw him all the time; he was always a fixture at UK games, BCM events, and around the Killer Pong table. His participation was never a question, along with his brilliance and quirkiness.

After I finished the race, which consisted of running for about 2 minutes and then walking for about the same, I approached Tom’s father to receive one of the ornaments his family had made to hand out. I was surprised as Mr. May enveloped me with a hug and called me by my full name: “Ashlyn Bruce. I love reading what you write on your blog about Tom.” We both teared up and I shared a moment I will never forget. As we both moved on, I immediately felt thankful for that brief shared moment of love for Thomas May.

We still miss you, bud.

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donald miller thoughts.

When I was a freshman in college, I read Blue Like Jazz. I also heard a sermon on a single chapter of the book, and went through it with a group of people in my dorm. The thoughts Donald Miller puts in this “memoir” really started the maturing of my faith that I underwent while I was in college, and even now.

My sophomore year I read Searching for God Knows What. I am currently making my way through Through Painted Desserts, and after this weekend, I’m pumped for when I’m able to get my hands on A Million Miles in a Thousand Years.

So fast forward to now. I guess now is as good a time as any to announce that I am officially moving to New Orleans next year to undertake a film project with my friend Lori. This has been something we have been in prayer about together for about 9 months and her for much longer than that. So anyway, I was excited to visit this past week for about 5 days and get used to the city a little more, but the trip ended up falling through. I can’t express how disappointed I was.┬áThen I found out Donald Miller was coming to Southland Christian Church to speak the same weekend I was supposed to go. I was pretty excited to see him and the possibility of getting a book signed or something.

And God used Donald Miller’s words to again change my perspectives and affirm things that I am fearful about in my life.

What Donald spoke about this weekend is the concept of our lives as the telling of a story, and how God doesn’t necessarily give us a specific plan to follow to glorify Him, but says, “here are gifts and passions and dreams for you,” and guides you. And in this story, conflict is the essential and most important factor. And of course, what comes hand in hand with conflict is…. fear.

I have been really afraid of this project. Excited, but so afraid. What if I go down there and can’t support myself? How will my parents react to my leaving the great life I have made for myself here in Lexington? What if we never finish the film? What if it never goes anywhere but on my DVD rack next to my college comedy shorts that no one ever watches? Then I’ve left an absolutely wonderful job here in Lexington with a great living situation, etc, etc.

But my story is about telling stories. That is what God has given me a passion and a talent to do. And God used Donald Miller this weekend to affirm it. It doesn’t matter what conflict I run into now and when I go, because this is all part of my story. A story that I feel is worth living, and living well, because that’s what God calls all His children to do here on earth until the “Act III Climax” also known as the Wedding Feast of Heaven. I can’t wait to be a bride, but especially the bride of Christ.

So thanks Don yet again using your words, this time in person, to inspire my faith.

rush, rush, rush.

March 2, 2010 1 comment

I spend all day in a little stock room in a 3 room office:

Pretty much all day on that little computer, surrounded by wedding accessories. Today I had absolutely no plans for the evening, except a little cleaning, video editing, and watching LOST. ┬áSo I could have stayed at work til 5 or 6 o’clock and get a lot of work done, no problem. But come 3:30, I started watching the clock. And I ended up leaving at 4. Why? When I came home I did nothing. Where was I rushing to?

It’s such an American thing, and probably a European one, too (you’ll have to let me know Michael and Joe Joe) – the rushing. Here, there, fill up your day. And now I’ve graduated school, only have one job, and no family. Why am I still rushing?

Honestly, I have no idea.

I do know that when I rush, I schedule God right out of my life. My pastor, Mike, likes to talk about “sitting down on the inside,” because that’s when you shut up and be still long enough to hear Him.

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