Friday, April 4, 2014

Simplicity...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Okay, let me first state the obvi...how much am I obsessed with Katie Daisy prints! I love her and them! Okay, I don't know her but if I did I'm just sure we would be best friends (along with Reese...yes, Reese Witherspoon...is it weird I still truly believe these things and I'm 33 years old with 4 children. Sanity could be in question?)

Okay, so I might be a bit absent from the blog world as we have leadership weekend this weekend (it's called weekend but we started yesterday). It's a blast of a time when Trish and I get to huddle with our team (Jennifer, Sarah, Liz, Hannah, Hillary, Abby, Betsy) and we laugh, plan, laugh, cry, pray, laugh, pray, plan, and then play Skittles at Joe & Dj's house. Pretty good time...

Would love prayer for our team as we tackle the machine of K2 Summer 2014. It's going to be epic...does epic lose it's meaning when truly every summer is always epic at K2...probs!

(Side note: I know that Mary Ottley, Tanya Beardsley and Whitney Burris actually read this blog so therefore I am shouting out to say how much you will be missed...ugg! Love you 3!)

Okay so why the random creek and tangled hair print...SIMPLE. Would you explain your life as simple. Isn't it a lovely word...how are you? I just want to start saying...I'm simple. Simple in that love fills my day. Simple in the clothes on my back and the house we live in. Simple in the laughter from rolling in the grass hill by our house. Simple. Get your life back to simple...it's so simple. (see what I did there).

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Most Simply awesome Camp! Kanakuk!

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Characteristics of God We Need Not Forget...All Knowing...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
I was going to use the big word for "all knowing" but let's be honest that I didn't know how to spell it. Then I remembered I have spell check on this blogger world of mine. Score.

Omniscient. All Knowing.

Psalm 139:4...
Even before a word is on my tongue, 
behold, O LORD, you know it altogether.

Isaiah 55:9...
For as the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than your ways
and my thoughts than your thoughts.

Oh, man if you gals are anything like me you might be thinking...oh goodness Lord, I'm thankful you are all knowing but for some points in my life...not so much. Sometimes in my life (especially in your years) I totally forgot (or selectively forgot) that Jesus knows all. He knows every crack in my heart, every dark thought of my soul and every hidden room that I want to keep locked. He knows it...and loves me anyway. In high school I was so scared. Scared to be different. Scared to be bold. Scared to be alone. Scared to fail. Scared to not be perfect. Scared in so many ways. High school was a weird time. It was good and I had friends but I had no real relationship with Jesus. I just didn't. I knew the right things but it was during those years I forgot God's character...that He knows me. In so many ways I didn't know myself during those years...and He still did. And the best part...He loved me. He knew my fear of failing. He knew my insecurites. He knew my deepest sin and He loved me.

I can't put His love in a box and send it to you to believe me. I can't site all these scientific laws to prove Jesus. But I can tell you to know and feel Jesus...to be created by a Creator and then known in every way by that Savior...that is all I need to believe in the God that knows everything.

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
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Monday, March 31, 2014

What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about...Beauty...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
All I can type right now is that fact that One Direction's song is looping in my head over and over...

     "You don't know you're beautiful..."

Oh, One Direction.

Moving on. I have so loved these series of "What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about..." LOVED THEM. They have been reflective, creative and good for my heart and soul. To the 10 people reading...bless your hearts.

Here are all the past posts of this little series...Family, Boys, and Moms...

Beauty is defined by Webster as "the quality of being physically attractive." To me, for some reason, that definition is so sad. As I am navigating the whole mommy of 3 precious little girls this idea of beauty pops up in my head a lot. I think of it when I tell them how beautiful they are. I think of it when they see me putting on makeup (not a usual occurrence...however, this mom is thankful for mascara...it just makes a gal feel put together...it's the southern in me. we belles need our mascara.). I think of it so often...what will their definition of beauty be? What is your definition my hip and cool teenage gals?

I want to simply give my two cents...that's about what it is worth...so here are the top 5 things I wish I could have told my teenage self about BEAUTY.

1. Let your beauty be defined by who you are. Okay, nothing I am typing is rocket science or even a new theory of sorts. Just thoughts. Sweet girls, the world from the time you popped from your momma to each day of your life is yelling at you that beauty is defined in makeup, sizes and numbers, clothes, and how great of natural curls you can do. The world is screaming beauty messages every day at your spirit and soul, heart and body. You are told to be beautiful you need to straighten this, tuck that, and never wear these. You are told to be beautiful you need to have no pores seen, no hair out of place and no thighs touching. You are told a lot of things...maybe I should switch "things" to LIES. You are told lies. What if you changed the message of beauty...You know you can do big things like that. You can be a woman defined by your own definition of beauty. You can be defined by the acts of beauty you live in your life. The act of helping the broken in your hallways. The act of stopping the bully from teasing the downtrodden anymore. The act of sitting with the loner a few tables away. Let your beauty be found in your life...in your daily choices. Don't let beauty be something so simple as outward. It's so much more.

2. Beauty fades. This beauty I speak type of fading is the outward. Oh precious I know you think your legs are too short and your cheeks to chubby (Girl, I'm always storing for winter in my cheeks! Squirrel cheeks could be my nickname), your lips too thin and your *ahems* too small. Oh to see in the future to when we are 40, 53 or 87...do you think any of that will matter. Answer: NO. You will be 64 years old and sitting in a rocking chair looking through photo boxes or your kids, grand-kids and great gran-kids. You won't care about lines around your eyes...those lines tell stories of tears as you welcomed your 1st grandbaby. You won't care about your thighs...those thighs tell memories of marathons run with your best friend. You won't care about your *ahems*...those *ahems* tell many countless nights nursing your first baby through it's first fever. Your outward beauty fades...absolute truth.

3. Beauty can be found in everyone. If I wasn't a mom and a somewhat totally morbid thinker I am pretty sure I would pick up every hitch-hiker I ever passed. I just always always want to...but then the 8 little dangly feet and my morbid "what-if-they-kill-me" mind kicks in and so I drive by praying someone with a mission to pick up hitch-hikers who is a male and knows moves like Jagger to protect himself if a gun in drawn would pick them up and share Jesus...I'm serious, I pray that. A lot. Anyways, I say that to simply say I want to see beauty in everyone...the person who doesn't look like me or my friends. The darker and lighter. The smarter. The sad and broken. The outward and upfront. The special needs. The homeless. The all put together. I want to see beauty there. The sunrise. The loss of love. The second chances. The deer in my road. The cries of my baby (4 am...that is a tough beauty call!). Beauty was made for our enjoyment. Beauty in Jesus' definition is in everything.

4. Physical beauty isn't bad, but be careful. I wanted to make sure this was a point. Beauty outwardly...it's not bad. New clothes, great. A new set of makeup brushes, great. New TOM Wedges that you wear everyday even with yoga pants, great. (Not that I do that or anything.). Beauty, in the most physical terms, isn't bad. It's not bad to tell your sister she looks beautiful in her new easter clothes. It's not bad if your hair looks especially beautiful one day. It's when that beauty, the world's beauty definition, is what you seek. When that beauty becomes your idol. When that beauty definition limits you and enraptures your life and heart. Walk this line carefully...always remembering true and unwavering beauty has nothing to do with the outward.

5. You are beautiful. Okay, I know your mom tells you this. I know that school counselors say this when you get called into her office because you got put in a locker by the girl bully again. But I can't not type it. I want to be a voice (or a read) that tells you once again, you are beautiful my sweet girl. You were made with purpose. Your hair is wavy because Jesus knit you together perfectly. Your outward beauty is perfect to your Heavenly Father. Your inward beauty makes Him lavish His love on you. You are His beauty!

Let's end this post with a perfect cliche..."beYOUtiful."

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Come to a beautiful CAMP! Kanakuk!

Monday, March 24, 2014

Prom Post...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Well I feel like prom is upon us...and by us I mean most of you. Oh my proms. My junior year I sort of was asked (sort of being very much pathetically sort of) by a friend. It was a miserable prom. Not sure he wanted to go but much less with me. Senior year had a great prom. Went with a great friend and had a great time. So why all the pressure? What if you don't get asked? Is it okay to go with a group of girls? My answer...don't know. it's okay. yes.

Oh sweet teenage life...I should do a post on what I wish I could tell my teenage self about PROM. Seems like it would only have 1-2 points...it is not the end of the world if you a) don't go at all. b) do go but go with a bunch of friends. c) go and later when you get your pictures realize you look like a bad glamour shot photo.

Prom begins about now taking up magazine covers and soon for one night the restraraunts in our town will be covered with nervous laughter, glitter explosion and the lingering scent of hairspray. Prom is so fun. Well, it can be so fun. Even as I type I feel my brain a bit all over the place in what exactly my message is with this post...

1. I'm so sorry if you don't get asked. I know that sting. Trust me. I technically asked the guy I went with senior year. I mean I know that sting. Please hear me say...you are not weird. You are beautiful. You are so valuable. You will be okay. I exhale even as I type thinking...when I was there these words didn't make me feel any better. So I guess I will just say...I'm so sorry. (*I also would say...but look I got married to a hottie mchotterson and have 4 beautiful littles...take that PROM!)

2. Please don't do anything stupid on prom b/c of what you have seen in TV, movies or read anywhere. Oh the dreaded thought of prom night in some guys' minds. Sweet girls, please know that Prom is not a memory you want to have about anything other than your dress, your selfies you will take with everyone and the song of the night (our was that one with "we're going to party like it's 1999...that was our year and our jam!). The memory of giving anything away of you...makes my heart beat pick up and makes me want to sign up to be a chaperone at all of y'alls dances. Please...just go to prom and go to a fun friend's house and play board games, drink Fresca (seriously it's so good), and eat pancakes that the mom makes at 2 am. Then go home and before you go to your room go kiss your dad on the cheek.

3. Have fun. I try and never "speak down" to your generation. It's not my heart. It doesn't work. So I'm aware that Prom is important. Don't put crazy expectations on your beau or friend with how he asks you...what happened to just face to face "you wanna go to prom with me?" Make sure you let your parents be involved. Basically Prom in many ways is a pre-runner for your wedding (not to the same guy...most likely) in your parents eyes. So let them take pictures. Take one of you and your daddy. Let your mom zip your dress. Let the moments be sweet. Don't be all over your date. Ew. Be classy with your dance moves. Don't pose with your elbow out and leaned over so much that you look like you are doing your ABC's instead of posing for a picture. Laugh at yourself. Dance silly. Don't let hands during a slow dance go anywhere but your back and hand, again, keep it classy.

There's my pointers and jumbled message...interpret what you will.

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
We have tons of fun dances! KANAKUK!

Friday, March 21, 2014

Honoring Friends...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Well today I felt a bit "stumped" for blogging...which actually happens a lot, hence the typical very random-no-point-at-all posts from this bloggy blog. But today as I was pondering I looked down to my planner (yes, I have a paper planner...with pages and lists and I actually use a pen) and saw this little invitation for a K2 gal's shower...Tanya's!

It got me thinking about friends...and then as I read the invitation the word HONOR jumped out at me. Do you guys think you honor your friends?

Ponder that for a moment...

Okay, moment over. Friends have always been a funny thing in my life. I can 100% be up front, on stage and give me a mic and I can hold the house down. BUT honestly a larger part of me could live on an island with just my family and be perfectly content. My husband (who totally challenges every grain of me on this) is constantly reminding me we were made for relationships on this earth...so I started to ask myself that question. How we do honor our friendships? Ya know the ones that are God appointed and the ones that would rally in a heartbeat if you needed anything. Those friendships. For me I pray I honor those friendships in 3 ways...

1. love my friend always.
2. love my friend...rejoice with her when she is great, when she does great things, when she accomplishes something or is excited about her new hair do. Cry with her when she hurts. Laugh with her till someone snorts. Truly honor her by truly wanting good things for her...celebrate her.
3. love my friend...but always hold our friendship towards the Maker of relationships. Allow Him to mold her, and me to simply admire the result. Allow Him to challenge and convict and me to simply speak truth when He needs me to. Allow Him to whisper into her soul and me to affirm His voice. Allow Him to be Him in my friend's lives.

So today...honor your friends well. Be a friend that rejoices with and for someone else...and be friends that always desire to be about Jesus' love.

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Wanna come to Kamp? Check out the BEST.

Thursday, March 20, 2014

What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about...Moms...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Well, sorry I've been such a slacker...the blog is finding itself on the very end of my to-do list as a certain little cutie newborn is hogging my arms. I don't mind too much.

Today's post might be super mooshy and totally relevant to life right now for me. I try hard to stay in the "mind of a teenage girl" for posts and will try with this post also as I type about what I wish I could tell my teenage self about my mom. Hence what I wish you could know NOW about your mom or any woman in your life that loves you and cares for you...

By the way (I totally typed BTW and went back and typed it out b/c it was like I was trying too hard to be cool! Made me laugh), you can read the other series by clicking below:

1. What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about...FAMILY. 
2. What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about...BOYS.

Okay so here is what I wish I could tell my teenage self about...MOMS.

1. Moms are so tired. Now I might be typing this from a very personal place but let me extend on this a bit. Although I am physically tired with this little newborn stage I still would say moms (of teenagers or tweens or young ones) are tired. As the hubs and I had our EOD (end of day) talk before we drift off to sleep-time I literally looked at him and said..."I'm going to be tired for the next 25 years." I think moms need more sleep but I also think this point is all too telling of their hearts. Do you know that I can hear any movement in our house...any little foot or cough. I hear the faintest of cry or the toddler version of "mommy" before it's even uttered. I would guess that even in teenage years it's the same...just a bigger version of those toddlers. I bet your mom hears every tear after you don't make the cheer team as you lay in bed. I bet she hears the door knob turns and knows you are home safe. She is up late worrying and yet trying not to worry and let you go. She lays in bed staring at the old popcorn ceiling wondering will you and she ever make it through these teenage years? She awakes at 5 am for a bathroom break and can't go back to bed because she is dreaming of the day she will give you away and the day you become a mom. She's tired...but trust me I can honestly say...it's the best kind of tired.

2. Moms are dirty. Yep. I presently have spit up down my whole shoulder. I haven't shaved in 5 years since we started having kids. I do own a toothbrush, though every little in my house has put it in their mouth too to "bwush teef." Again, stay with me for moms of teenagers as they are a bit out of the spit up and haven't showered phase...I hope. That would be weird if your kid still spit up on you. Ew. Your mom's hands are covered with glue from the project in 5th grade with all the planets. Pinterest wasn't around yet...therefore it was actually hard to make. Your mom's hands are covered in spaghetti sauce, chicken guts, burgers for the team and chocolate chips to feed the neighborhood kids. Your mom's hands are so dirty from the snotty noses you had during allergy season as a toddler, throw up from the flu that would hit like an atom bomb every year in your house and lice bugs from the horrible sunday at church when you "shared" with the itchy head kid. Your mom's are dirty...with your life. They are in it. They are a part of you. They have daily picked you up and cleaned you off. Sometimes they want to pick you up when you should fall and fall hard...so instead of picking you up they crawl in whatever "dirt" you have gotten yourself into. Mom's meet you in dirt...they wish with all their heart you would never get dirty or hurt. They know they can't protect you from that so instead...they meet you in your dirt.

3. Moms are screw-ups. Preach. Yes. I cannot tell you how many nights I have walked in at midnight to my little 2 pigtails room and had to whisper in their ear..."Mommy is so sorry for being impatient today. I love you and please forgive mommy." There is no answer besides a little breath breathing so sweetly in and out with her thumb hanging out the side of her mouth. I have to do it...I couldn't sleep laying there and knowing I screwed up. I don't live in guilt (that's a whole nother blog post to mommies out there) but I am so very quick to say sorry. Sweet teenage girls...Your mom isn't perfect. She messes up. She is trying to figure out how to protect you, but not overprotect you...to raise you but not too quick but not too slow where you are living at home when you are 27. She is trying...be gracious. Talk to her. Don't shut her out. If she hurts your feelings, share that...but here is a crazy idea...listen to her why's and thoughts. Your momma might surprise you. Forgive her and know that no one loves you like she does. Seriously...no one. (besides Jesus. obvi.)

4. Moms are people. When was the last time you (yes, you little teenage girl that types more words to a stupid iPhone screen than actually talks to someone) sat down with your mom after arriving home from school and said..."how was your day, mom?" MIND BLOWN. Go try it. Your mom is a person...breathing, with feelings, thoughts, hard days, celebrations. Get to know her. Know her little sayings that are so "your mom." Cook her favorite recipes and learn how she does it so you can pass that on. Your mom is this full picture of love, grace, unconditional everything, patience, and acceptance...you owe it to yourself to know her. Hold her hand when you are walking. Hug her at night. Run into her bed on Saturday morning to just laugh and then go get donuts in your pjs. See her. If you do this you will see Jesus...

5. Moms are Jesus to you every day. Oh, how many moments did my mom probably stand in our hallway so overwhelmed in raising a teenage daughter. My silence, my door slams, my rollercoaster of emotions, my attitude...oh Jesus please come back before we hit the teenage years in our home. But my mom showed me Jesus...she was steadfast in her love, she always scratched my back at night which said I love you in every way, and she always took care of me. That's Jesus. My mom gave me the foundation of Jesus in my life. That deserves a million bucks and a million thanks...the great thing about moms, though, is that a little hug or "i love you" is all it takes to make our hearts smile and rest in a job well done.

Go get your momma...read this together. See her. Promise me...

Be awesome and Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com

Monday, March 3, 2014

Work Hard...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
"Good planning and hard work lead to prosperity, but hasty shortcuts lead to poverty." ~ Proverbs 21:5

"Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for men." ~ Col. 3:23

I love the staff gals and kampers that role into K2's gates and they have a sense of work ethic. I see it so often in the triathlete gals that I get to "run" (very loose definition for my running ability) with each day. Oh, sweet girls, I wish I could impress a work ethic onto each one of you. Not a work ethic of just grades or a work ethic of being able to talk your way (aka passively manipulate) out of deadlines or the hard work. An actual work ethic that mows the yard every other Saturday for hours (yep, that was me!), sleeping in does not go until 2 pm on Saturdays, and getting out of things is not in your character.

Do you know how to work? And work hard and joyfully? My momma is a teacher and I cannot tell you the times she has parents bailing their kids out of a quiz or bad grade. She has students that literally manipulate anything to simply not have to work hard. It's unbelievable. I see it in the summer. I want this next generation to know what chores are (and not get $500 for doing them) that you have to do to get supper. To know what a job is before the age of 23. To know that working hard is good for your soul and your character. Work ethic stands out. Stand out my friends.

From what I have seen there is the rare gal who really get this...be the rare young woman!

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com

Friday, February 28, 2014

I Want to Believe in the Next Generation...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,

"I appeal to you therefore, brothers, by the mercies of God, to present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship. Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed by the renewal of your mind, that by testing you may discern what is the will of God, what is good and acceptable and perfect." ~ Romans 12:1-2

I know sometimes I can type/sound like a morbid-scared-to-raise-kids-in-this-generation-Lord-help-us-all-Just-come-back-now-type of gal...but truly today I have been pondering this thought and this thought alone (okay, alone is a big stretch as obvioulsy I have a million thoughts at all times I guess)...

I really want to believe in this next generation...
                                                       and I think I do.
                                                                         I believe in you.

I know social media is seriously "shallowing" up all of you. I know crazy things happen every day that make my momma say "Lord have mercy." I know that some (and even me) can say you are more entitled than ever. I know that the world of "selfies" has made for a word of selfishness. I know...and I still believe in you.

I believe Jesus has huge things for this next generation. Not just to be about causes that save whales and giraffes but that save babies and orphans. Not just a generation that wants to live more simply in their hippie no deodarant ways but truly a generation of simplicity in their lives. Not just a generation who "tolerates" anything but one that infiltrates with the Love of Jesus.

You. Your generation. Do you know that you can change the world? Truly. We didn't...maybe my generation did and continues to do some things to change the world...but you...you have the world at your fingertips...do not be conformed to this world...CHANGE IT.

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Come get away from the drama of life...come to KAMP! (also spelled like CAMP)

Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Why Grades aren't Important...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Woah...here is what's happening on the screen right now...either all the K2 Kanakuk Kampers/Staff gals are singing the hallelujah chorus or the parents of these said kampers/staff are mean muggin' the screen wishin' they could use a small southern cuss word at me...admit it!

Well, either face hold your little horses or britches...whichever one you have. Hopefully everyone has britches on. The title is only half truth...though maybe more than half. I must admit that I don't think grades are important, well, at least not as important as pressure of parents and world tend to make them. Hear me...I am not validating being lazy, dropping out or not doing your best. I am speaking (well, I guess typing) on the pressure of these little letters in our teens today. It's big. Every summer 95% of my conversations (I love that I can somewhat make up statistics...it's a big chunk of my convos) consist at somepoint you all sharing about the pressure you feel with grades, school, your resume (what, I didn't even know what a resume was till I was 24...seriously), and ACT/SAT score. And sadly, parents, most of that pressure is coming from you. You sweet gals share that you made a "B" or heaven forbid a "C" and you are feeling so overwhelmed by school. These sweet gals are 15 years old. I guess on behalf of education and anyone else I want to tell you I'm sorry for that pressure.

This post has hit me as I have begun to think of my littles and school, etc. I hear moms talking about preschools, alphabets and writing. And honestly I don't feel the pressure. If little L is the first to do mulitplication, awesome...but if not, who cares. If little B, when she is 17 gets a "C" in Algebra and worked her little tooshy off for that "C." We are going to Andy's to celebrate! I want to see my kids...to truly see their giftings and even their "not the best" parts too. I want to equip them in knowing if they did their best, truly their best, then that "B" or "C" is going to get hugs and applause all around. I don't want my kids ever saying things I hear in the summer...
    "My parents expect all "A's." No matter what and I can't do it anymore." 
          "I am overwhelmed and stressed all the time. All I do is study."
                "I have no time for a Bible study or youth group b/c I am doing community service and         studying b/c my parents say I have to get into ____ (fill in the blank)."

I have heard all those statements...so many times. From great kids with great parents...but somehow we have begun to place pressure on these letters and our kids are feeling their worth comes from these letters. I know it's a balance of a tight rope moms and dads to encourage our children and challenge them...but keep walking the balance well. Step back from moments when your precious one comes home with his/her first "C." Listen and talk through that. They are worth more than any "report card."

(Disclaimer: I am once again not bashing challenging a child or even grounding a kiddo for an "F" on a homework assisgnment. Take this post for what it is meant to be. A post on simply making sure the priority of grades is in the appropriate spot.)

I am not saying you, teens, shouldn't do your best and study hard/work hard. Please do. But you must too know that someday when we kneel at the Father's feet...I don't think He will say, "Hmm, I see you made a "B-" on your 11th grade Biology quiz? That may play a part in your entering or not?" Just sayin...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
COOLEST slip-n-slides ever are at Kanakuk Kamps!

Monday, February 24, 2014

What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about...BOYS

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Goodness, I love when I start a "series" and really it just lives on the world wide web as a serie. No "s." Well, boom...this just became a series..."What I wish I could tell my teenage self about...______"

The first addition was on FAMILY. You can read it HERE . I thought for the second addition we would jump into the topic that will bring inward squeals (because no way do you outwardly act like boys are a biggie...totally cool) and crazy eyes (eyes that all teenage girls have and make their parents roll their eyes and cry into their daughter's old dolls longing for the days of yore with pigtails and poopy diapers...yes, they would probably pick the poopy diapers) --- That was a long statement for parentheses. (I just googled "parenthesis" plural as who knew how to spell that).

Okay, so drumroll for the Top 5 Things I Wish I could Tell My Teenage Self about BOYS.
1. They smell. (deep, I know). Sometimes they smell good since they have all fallen prey to those ridiculous AXE commercials. This smell with burn the hair all the way up your nostrils b/c it is so oddly strong, bad strong, not like oh, big muscles strong. Also, after their athletic endeavors or for some who sweat easily just being called on in class, their body odor is, well, like that of their lineage. Poor Adam...no deodarant back then. (Oops, but the garden was perfect so maybe Adam didn't have BO).

2. Boys want you to be a good friend. Oh, the drama. I love the girls in the summer who say these words to me. "I hate drama" and then they continue to talk through with me their life and it's like a scene blitz of every CW show and vampire movie without the vampire teeth. Seriously. Guys that are great guys want just good friends. I am not speaking to the age 'ole question of "Can a girl and a guy be best friends?" (Oh, that's a whole nother blog...is "nother" a word...it was to my mamma). I look back to leadership teams (I didn't really have friends in high school...Looo-ser! I know. Or college really but at K2 on staff...there I found great friends...guys and gals. Deep memories!) and I realize I had sweet guy friends...true brothers in Christ. Oh, so sweet! It was pure and clean and safe. The operative word to this item is FRIEND. Be a sweet, kind and true friend.

3. Boys have no "cycle" but just as many hormonal or "cray-cray-ness." (Man, webster should holler cuz I'm making up some awesome vocab words. My english teacher mom will be proud...Hey Mom!). I know girls have periods, puberty and body changes. Girls are labeled as harder and emotions everywhere. I would debate though that teenage boys...equally as weird, hormonal, puberty-ness and well funny. Girls, I know so much emotions swirl in your little heart in a day. For boys I don't think they have 4,000 words they want to share with someone but they are equally as clumsy, awkward and need help. They aren't Mr. Cool Face all the time. (This point goes back being a good friend b/c all y'all got to many cells that are cray-cray to be anything but friends.) For all adults...like a 7th grade boy is maybe my favorite to try and conversate with...it's hysterical.  (Conversate...totally not a word)

4. Boys are boys. Don't make them girls or make them Channing Tatum in Step Up (the original, let's be honest after the 1st one it was pretty much downhill from there.) Don't be mad that for Valentine's day your boyfriend of 12 hours just got you a box of those chocolates from Walmart...maybe I over dramatize, no, I've heard it before from your girlies at kamp. Be glad they are boys and you are a girl. I just cringe when girls say...I have no girlfriends. I just hang out with guys. Sweet girl, that's not that cool. You need your girlfriends. They need guy time. They need to explore and conquer stuff and girls need to bake with their moms and crochet (you don't do that, oh, here's hoping that's what the teenage version of my baby L, baby B and baby T girls want to do or I'll just be moving to a cave in Australia and have prearranged marriages to my best friend's children...it's do-able, us kanakuk people know how to have babies!).

5. Boys are creations of the Most High God who intimately knows how awesome of a gift they are and YOU are. I hate to use such a cliche but here it comes...what if we started to look at boys...the guy you are crushing on, the guy who gets slammed into his locker by the football jocks every day, the guy who you ate mud pies with growing up, the guy who is the most popular for all the wrong reasons...each of those guys as your brother. The brother who loves you, protects you, makes you laugh...a brother. A brother who is a great friend, but not a boyfriend since you and he are all of 13 years old. A brother who is a great date for prom b/c you can dance like a crazy person and laugh, but not a great date for prom if he has a room key waiting. A brother who can come over and play games with your folks and build a friendship if you must hang out with each other, but not a boy who honks his horn for you to come out or even worse, comes and shakes your daddy's hand and then that hand is roaming places it shouldn't later on in the date. He is your brother. You are his sister. Live as such...until your hand is placed in the one Jesus has written to hold your most precious heart. (Or until Jesus holds your heart and comes back and we are all jamming in Heaven in MC Hammer pants...I'm just sure of it).

So there ya go...please no theological debates or "let's anonymously argue" on comments. I have no degree, officially but just my thoughts to make you smile and maybe see the world a little different...go hug your daddy or high five your friends...girls and guys alike!

Click HERE to read "What I Wish I Could Tell My Teenage Self about...FAMILY."

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Wanna come to summer camp! You totally should!

Friday, February 21, 2014

Wanna Party...


Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Boom-shocka-locka! Kamp is coming...which means you gotta start thinking about your party costumes. They can be simple or elaborate, silly or spot on...pretty much anything goes! (K-rated folks!)

Below is our parties for summer 2014...Get ready for EPIC-ness! (yep, prob not a word but let's roll with it)

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Seriously, best summer camp eva! Here!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

Hello Again...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Well, hello hello...yep, still here. I'm sure everyone is waving, screaming and squealing with shouts of pure joy and overwhelmed with excitement that Kanakuk Ashley is alive and running again. Seriously hold back your excitement...you are acting like Harry Styles just popped out of your locker. Do you guys still have lockers? Hmm...I'm curious now...(stay focused Ashley...)

baby t's toes...they are long. like super long. 
Okay, so yeah...I'm back. I had a kid. She's awesome. For the social media world we shall call her baby T. We already have toddler L, toddler B, and baby K. We love the alphabet here in our house. Baby T has been the best. She's snuggly and has big 'ole cheeks...like on her face cheeks that are the most kissable cheeks E-V-E-R. The 3 other littles adore her and love to jam pacifiers up her nose and smother her with her blanket all in the name of "helping" or "loving." Melt.My.Heart!

So...thanks for your patience. I was getting hundreds of tweets and emails about when I was going to be back on Kanakuk Ashley...okay, I just a bluebird tweet at me once on my porch and I thought it was saying I needed to blog again...that's all...but it made me start blogging.

Come back, subscribe, check in every other day, or don't. Your call...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
best camp in the whole world...Check it out: Kanakuk

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Merry Christmas...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
It's December 25th...Merry Christmas!

"And the angel said to them, 'Fear not, for behold, I bring you good news of great joy that will be for all the people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Savior, who is Christ the Lord...and suddenly there was with the angel a multitude of the heavenly host praising God and saying,

GLORY TO GOD IN THE HIGHEST, AND ON EARTH PEACE AMONG THOSE WITH WHOM HE IS PLEASED."
~ Luke 2: 10-14

Be awesome & Love Jesus, 

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Kanakuk Kamps...the best summer camp ever.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
It's Christmas Eve (day) technically...I hope everyone is surrounded with family, friends and the deep soul calling that this holiday is so much more than trees, candles, presents, food and even family time...

Remember...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Kanakuk Kamps...the best summer camp ever.

Monday, December 23, 2013

Stop the Insta-Madness...

Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Okay, ya'll know I can have a soap box on social media (again, I realize the somewhat irony of that statement considering I am writing it on a BLOG). But you know what I mean...the craze and obsession and overall unhealthy and shallow, unconnected culture it is creating...shew, okay, moving on...

I found this and it was too much...seriously, Instalike Christmas...what does it mean? What does it even do? DON'T ANSWER ME. Today is December 23...2 days before Christmas. I know it's so fun to take pictures...but don't let it take over memories. I know it's awesome to spend 20 minutes on a collage or filtering a photo over and over...but don't let it take over the 20 minutes your grandfather sat in the old leather chair by himself. I know it's awesome to scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll and scroll through The Twitter...but don't let it take over you rolling a dice for a fun family game day.

Social media = not bad...when done with moderation and healthy boundaries. Have some this Christmas. Put the phone by the door all together and make the memories that will be forever in your heart...not instalikes needed.

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Kanakuk Kamps...the best summer camp ever.

Sunday, December 22, 2013

Little Drummer Boy...



Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
I love this Christmas Carol...it's traditional, precious and more precious. (My vocabulary is oozing right now)...

Anyways, I saw this floating around Facebook land and love this acapello group from The Sing Off. Love this take on it...Enjoy!

Be awesome & Love Jesus, 

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Kanakuk Kamps...best summer camp ever.

Friday, December 20, 2013

The "Kid" Christmas Tree...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Growing up in my childhood there is such a distinct memory with Christmas...THE KID TREE VS. THE FANCY SCHMANCY FORMAL TREE. I must admit I loved the pretty all white, themed out in gold bows, ornaments and angels tree that my momma did. But people...I LOVED the kid tree. It was all tacky, crazy colored lights (the pic above was just on the internet of a "kid" tree. it's not actually one I had growing up or anyone I know), the old bubble lights my dad is all sentimental on, popsicle snowflakes, bad 1st grade pictures on foam ornaments, handprints that were all smudged, and not an inch of open space when we were done. Hence I loved it...

I now in our home have just 1 tree...just a kid tree. It's white lights are simple and lovely at night but it's surrounded by ornaments that already hold value...not because they have the littles birthdays or perfectly sparkly snowflake but because it's full of memories already of OUR family. Construction paper tree ornaments with stickers, deformed gingerbread men b/c 2 year olds don't know where 3 buttons have to go to make a normal gingerbread ornament, so many ornaments with "2006" on them for the year the hubs and I got married (how did i trick him into that! woohoo!)...so I'll stick with my "family" tree for now and let's be honest for many, many years to come.

What's your tree like? (If you have a fancy formal tree...rock on! I have nothing against them as my momma still loves a good formal tree! However grandkids have changed her on her formality...it's filled again with grandkid ornaments! haha! we won!)

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
Kanakuk Kamps...the best summer camp ever.

Wednesday, December 18, 2013

Christmas Traditions...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Look how cute wooden Santa is in this picture with all those perfectly sparkly circle lights. Don't you just want to cuddle him...no? Just me, cool!

Traditions: by the Ashley Robbins dictionary it means things, stuff, or events that always happen. Webster will be calling soon I'm sure to help define some other words that need some clarification.

What are yours? Maybe you don't have any...create some. Maybe you have one you dream of doing with your family...do it.

Here are some of Ours...
1. Advent calendar based on mostly experiences...not spending more money, honey.
2. Opening 1 gift on Christmas Eve...usually our stocking.
3. Going to SDC to look at lights (this is done in November as that is when they have Branson local/tourism free dates)
4. Buying an ornament for each kid for each year and then they will have a box full that I get to give them when they get married...if that's in their story. Side note: I buy that years ornament after Christmas for like $0.50 on clearance. I write on the box or the ornament the name of little and year.
5. Hot cocoa is like a flowing river at our house during December. Our cocoa motion machine (yes, that's a real thing and yes I have one and yes, i'm obsessed with it) is like my best friend. If I was on The Twitter, I would tweet pics of me and my cocoa machine with clever statements all the time...hence why I am actually NOT on The Tweeter Twitt world.

Okay, go conversate with your family...I don't think conversate is a word...again, holler Webster...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com

Monday, December 16, 2013

What Does Christmas Mean to You...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Just a rhetorical question for you to ponder in your heart...

What does Christmas mean to you?

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
kanakuk kamps...best summer camp ever

Friday, December 13, 2013

Free Printable "Golden" Ticket...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Okay, by "golden ticket" I hope no one thought they needed to go buy a chocolate bar and were one step closer to the Willy Wonka Chocolate Factory. This golden ticket is even better...seriously, chocolate and candy aren't that great for you all in all.

This perfectly FREE printable is from us to you if you want an awesome little way to give the gift that truly invests 10 times back into your child or teen. You can go HERE to get the free printable.

Below is an example of one filled in with the name and terms...how cute would this be! Make sure to have your camera ready when they see this new ornament on the tree or this ticket in their stocking...


Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
kanakuk kamps...best summer camp ever

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Break Anyone?...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Doesn't this picture make you just want to lay in the sand with golden waves...just me? Weird.

We loved our turkey break but December is starting to have the call of the wild...ya know what that wild call is calling...It's almost Christmas break...yeah, there is a call...listen carefully...

Okay, no call...but Christmas break is coming. For some of your college crazies you have already begun. Don't rub it in. For most of you high schoolers...you got some time to go. So buckle in to those chairs that are so not comfortable in your english lit class and drink H2O (that's water. I'm so not a fan of all those crazy energy drinks that have large animals on them) and tune in. Your brain wants you to, I promise.

The breaks coming...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com
kanakuk kamps...the best summer camp ever

Monday, December 9, 2013

Christmas Trees...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Oh, twinkly lights...I want you in my house and life and soul everday...why is it only appropriate to have Christmas lights at Christmas. Good thing I live in Branson so I can have Christmas decorations for like 3 months! It's awesome!

This tree above I just love...it's simple. Oh, let's keep December simple...keep your stress over what to wear to your 14th Christmas party minimal...be like this tree...real, simple, charming, lovely, and just precious.

Be like the tree...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com

Friday, December 6, 2013

Ponder on Her Ponderings...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
You really won't get the title unless you know who this picture is...above is Sam Ponder (well, I knew her as Samantha Steele). I interviewied her years ago and she came and was a part of our K2 family for a summer. She was young, passionate about the Lord and have lived a crazy life of getting her foot in the door of ESPN at a young age with no "higher" education. Her story made my jaw drop as far as the doors that she had walked through and the hands she had shaken.

So it's no surprise that Sam is still a big deal in the world of sports that is ESPN but to me she is a big deal b/c of her passion, her unwavering security in Jesus and her authenticity of just being her. I claim in no way to be her best friend but am proud to say I have sat on a swing for a few hours in a summer that I felt blessed to walk beside her for a bit...

I came across this article that I thought was so "Sam." Real. Raw. Not overly spiritual. Just her. Just who Jesus made her. Please take time to read...

Click HERE for the awesome read...

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Family Media Agreement...

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Hey K2 Kanakuk Friends,
Just to follow up on Josh Straub's message yesterday (I'm the worst at watching stuff but I'm just praying you did!). Here is a link to two things that we are doing in our household (don't have to tackle to much of the family one yet since our kids are littles but love the marriage e-Nup)

1. Click here for a link to a marriage e-nup. Some of these I must admit are pretty extreme but tweek it for what works and is healthy. I sometimes put in work hours at night (all littles are in bed) which I need to do to help our family...or while husband watches "DaBears" I might do some Pinteresting...that's okay. Talk through the health of your marriage versus Social Media. Remember it is slow and steady how it infuses in...so just be extreme if need be.

2. Click here for the family media agreement. Click on the Family Media Agreement. Love this one so much!!!

Again remember I am not "bashing" the culture of Social Media...not my heart. Just balance and using it for GOOD...which can be fuzzy!

Be awesome & Love Jesus,

kanakuk ashley robbins
ashley@kanakuk.com