Friday, November 11, 2011

Psalm 6

I was reading through the Psalms and got a crazy idea-- what if I were to rewrite some of the Psalms in my own words, making them rhyme? I'm certainly not the first to do this, but I thought it would be fun.
*Note: This is not in any way supposed to be a different version of the Bible or anything, and I worked very hard to capture the essence of the words and ideas of the Psalm, but this is my own personal take on the Psalm.

First read the Psalm I based my poem on:

Psalm 6 (Prayer for Mercy in Time of Trouble)
O LORD, do not rebuke me in Your anger,
Nor chasten me in Your wrath.
Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am pining away;
Heal me, O LORD, for my bones are dismayed.
And my soul is greatly dismayed;
But You, O LORD—how long?

Return, O LORD, rescue my soul;
Save me because of Your lovingkindness.
For there is no mention of You in death;
In Sheol who will give You thanks?

I am weary with my sighing;
Every night I make my bed swim,
I dissolve my couch with my tears.  

My eye has wasted away with grief;
It has become old because of all my adversaries.

Depart from me, all you who do iniquity,
For the LORD has heard the voice of my weeping.
The LORD has heard my supplication,
The LORD receives my prayer.
All my enemies will be ashamed and greatly dismayed;
They shall turn back, they will suddenly be ashamed. (NASB)

My poem:

Psalm 6
O Father, please don't punish me
In anger or in wrath.
My body is faint and feeble;
Remember I am empty chaff.
My heart aches deep within me
As I wonder, Lord, how long?
It feels like You've abandoned me;
Without You, I can't be strong.
Come back to me, O Lord,
Despondence haunts me in this place.
Lift me from this pitch-black hole;
I'm desperate for Your grace.
For if I were to die right now,
How would I give You praise?
Would those around me see Your Light?
How then would they be saved?
As I stare into the darkness,
My eyes fill again with tears.
I'm weary of so much mourning,
Sick of having so much fear.
My eyes wetly burn; my cheeks, they sting;
In tears my pillows swim.
As I think back on all that's been
My hope steadily grows more dim.
I want no more of evil friends
Who entice me more to sin.
My Father has heard my cries of pain
And He leads me back to Him.
I know He has heard my pleading,
He's seen my grief and shame.
"Remember, child, I made you,
Then I called you out by name."
You will defeat my enemies,
And turn them back in shame
While I thank You for Your immeasurable love
And forever glorify Your Name. 
©Ashley Coupe 

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Photography Blog!

I'm proud to present my new photography blog, "Light of Dawn Photography"!

I will now post all my photos there. To access it, click here, or click the tab above entitled, "My Photography." (The tab will always be there, so click it whenever you like to see my newest photos!).

Thanks, and enjoy!

Saturday, April 2, 2011


Here in Ecuador the Coca-Cola Company recently released a limited-edition Sprite. It now comes in a clear, transparent bottle. Dad bought one of them today, and after looking at it, I realized that we as Christians should be like this bottle.
Many of us hide our feelings behind the facade of what we feel a Christian should be-- joyful, happy. After all, Jesus gave us joy-- we should never feel down or discouraged, right?
I know that I am the kind of person that pretends everything is great, that I'm the happiest person on earth, that I never get discouraged. But then when I'm alone, I let my true feeling show through. I suffer in silence, hiding my pain behind a smile when I'm with others, trying to show everyone that I'm just great. Why? How on earth does this help me? Why do I let myself block other people out? Why don't I share my hurts with other people?
Because I'm scared.
I'm scared people will judge me, or that they won't understand me. I'm scared that no one will truly listen to me. I'm scared that if I open myself up and allow myself to become vulnerable, I'll open my heart and share it with others. The sharing itself is what I long for, but what scares me is the loss. I've left behind every friend I've ever had. It's what happens when you're a missionary kid. So sometimes, I have a hard time opening up and letting myself be vulnerable when I know other people could take that vulnerability and stomp all over it, breaking my heart in the process. Or maybe it's not the person's fault at all, but circumstances that cause separation and more pain.
A song from my favorite band challenges Christians to open up and stop their pretending:
"Would it set me free if I dared to let you see the truth behind the person you imagine me to be? Would your arms be open, or would you walk away? Would the love of Jesus be enough to make you stay?" --"Stained Glass Masquerade" by Casting Crowns
Another song talks about the same thing:
"I'm just a well-dressed trick, I'm just a made-up mess, working hard trying to keep everybody impressed. All the while I'm falling apart on the inside. I look around to see, is anyone like me? First glance tells me, I'm all alone in the sea. The I look again, a little deeper. And we're all in the same boat, we all just need to know... We're all broken, we're all broken, and we all need a Savior... What if we all got brave, enough to take away all we're hiding behind, even just for a day? And let the scars show, even a little? I know the honesty would show us all to be... Broken, we're all broken, and we all need a Savior. We don't have to pretend about it, we don't have to keep acting like we're all okay. If we lift our eyes to the cross we'll see the reality... We're ALL broken."
--"Broken" by Steven Curtis Chapman
Many people, myself included, feel weak when they cry around other people-- or at all. We as Christians are promised hardships, but God doesn't want us to pretend we're not having them. It's not shameful to be suffering. God wants us to encourage each other, but how can we encourage each other if we're all hiding our pain?
Gos wants us to be like the new Sprite bottles: transparent. We need to share with others in our struggles and weaknesses. And we need to listen to other peoples' pain and suffering.
I challenge you-- and myself-- to stop hiding behind our fake smiles. Take off the mask, and show yourself for who you really are. Make yourself vulnerable, even if it means future pain. And then, listen to others--feel their pain. "Rejoice with them that do rejoice, and weep with them that weep" (Rom. 12:15). God gave us Christian brothers and sisters to love and support, who are supposed to love and support us back. People who don't judge each other, because we're all sinners. People who, with God's love, must help and nurture and accept every person who suffers.
Be this kind of person. Open up, and then make other comfortable to open up around you. You'll be amazed at the encouragement and love that can be achieved.
"Bear ye one another's burdens, and so fulfill the law of Christ" (Gal. 6:2).
Be transparent!

Friday, March 18, 2011

New Opportunity

I've been praying a lot about what God wants me to do with my life.
There are so many options. I've always wanted to be a teacher, to help change the world one child at a time. But then there's photography, which I love because of the creativity and challenge it brings.
And then there's the question of college. What should I study? For how many years should I study? And where should I study it?
During the past month, God has opened a door.
I emailed my photography teacher, asking her what I would need to do to be a teacher on our online school. She wrote back almost instantaneously with many details and suggestions, then she said, "I've been looking for an intern whom I can teach to help me with photography classes and grading. And maybe helping me teach the course someday." I got excited. Teaching photography? Combining two of the things I love most? Why didn't I think of that?
I set up a time with my teacher to meet with her online and talk a little about the future and the possibility of me being an intern for her.
A few days ago, we had the meeting. I was shaking from excitement and nerves. We started talking. "What do you want to do in the future?" she asked. I had to reply honestly. "I don't really know, I've always wanted to teach," I said. "Ever since I was a girl, I've always wanted to teach. My heart pumps wildly at the thought of teaching. I feel like I was born to teach." Excited, my teacher said, "Well, if I were to train someone, it would be a must that this person had a heart for teaching-- and it looks like you do." She asked me many other questions, including what I planned to do next year. I replied that it would be a light year, since I already have all the credits I need to finish high school this year. But I need a year to think and pray about what God wants me to do and study. I told her I'd be taking very few classes this next year, maybe getting a job to start saving for college.
My teacher was extremely excited about this. :)
By the end of the meeting, we were both pretty sure that I will be an intern for her. We both feel God opening this door. He has provided for the both of us, as I was not sure what God wanted me to do and my teacher desperately needed someone to help her teach and grade assignments and so forth.
We will be staying in contact and keeping things open to let God lead where He will.
Please pray that God will continue to work through this opportunity and that I will be able to be an intern for my teacher if it is His will.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Elise’s Christmas Present

I was looking through photos of things I’ve crocheted and realized I haven’t posted photos of what I made for my sister Elise for Christmas. The very first crochet animal I ever made was a horse, and I gave it to her. She lugged Cherry Pie (as she named it) around, dragged it in the dirt, literally loved it to death. It wasn’t wonderfully constructed to begin with—its neck was never completely attached because I had NO idea what I was doing. Before Christmas Mama went through toys with the girls and cleaned things out, and poor Cherry Pie had to be thrown away. So I purposed to make Elise another horse for Christmas.

I used the horse pattern in Annie Obaachan’s book Super Cute. And I must say, I think it is the best amigurumi I have made yet! If you’d like to see any photos closer up, just click on them. Elise named her new favorite animal Cookie Dough.





NOVEL idea!

I had a brainstorm yesterday. There are tons of people who write up their own crochet patterns and then sell them (and the things the make from their patterns!) on this website called Etsy.
And I was thinking, Why shouldn’t I be able to do that too?
So I decided I would try to look at a picture of an animal and make my own pattern from it. I started looking through all the animal books we have (which are a lot!) and write down some animals I might be interested in making.
I started on the alpaca. Looking at these photos:
I came up with the body:
Now I realize it looks funny with no legs and no head or neck but I thought I would tell you all my idea. Hopefully I’ll be coming up with a  lot more of these. I’ll show you the finished alpaca, as well. Winking smile

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