
Ashley Bryn Clay...then and now!I am working on a major project and it requires going back through photo albums. In doing so I ran across a story that my granddaughter Ashley wrote for me when she was six years old
This is what she wrote:
A SNOW DAY By Ashley Bryn Clay
It was a quiet evening at home. It was my bed time. So mommy tucked me in. The next day it snowed! "I like snow, " I said. We made cookies, pie and snow cones. I was excited about it. We gave the pie to my friend and the cookies to the birds. WOW! It has been a fun day. I hope it snows again tomorrow. THE END! To Grammie with love from Ashley Clay.
When I read that story again it made me realize two things. How desperately fast life goes by and how desperately simple life is when we are young such as...1. A quiet evening at home; 2. Mommy tucking her in bed; 3. Excitement about making snow cones; 4. Hoping it would snow again tomorrow; 5. Concluding that it had been a fun day.
This past week Doug and Gail took my little Ashley, now all grown up, and dropped her off at a dorm room at Evangel College. I am thrilled and happy but must confess when I read her letter that she wrote back in 1997, I wanted my little red-headed granddaughter back. I wanted to get another letter relating a day of simple little-girl things. BUT THAT'S NOT LIFE! And so now I will write her a letter:
Dear Ashley,
You are all grown up! You are now preparing for the future that God has planned for you. You probably will not be making snow cones. Mommy may not be there to tuck you in. Life may not always be so simple but keeping Jesus first in your life will make it a lot easier. You will be developing the gifts that God has placed within you. No one else is just like you. There is only one Ashley Clay in the world. Your days will be filled with studying, meeting new friends, growing and developing spiritually. You will be giving...not pies and cookies, but your smiles, your kind words, and the gift of your friendship to teachers and classmates. IT WILL BE A FUN YEAR FILLED WITH FUN DAYS. I know this will happen because I will be praying for you every day. I love you whole bunchie, rilley unchies. Gram Clay
PS That last line sounds a little strange but my family understands what it means.
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