Here at Louie Giglio’s blog on the Passion site, is a beautiful story about a girl named Ashley, who came beautifully to faith through Passion’s work, and then died in a car accident.
The first letter is from Ashley to Passion, and the second is from her mother. Beautiful news we live and share through living voices.
Skim down through the posts to the one marked “Ashley’s Home.”
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the passion cape town was so awesome! thank u for sharing the story of ashley.. come visit again soon! mwah
Thank you for your ministry! May God continue to richly bless all who are working to glorify and lift His name high! Thank you for coming this far around the world to share God’s love with us
Dear louie, I have seen all of your passion videos and am a huge fan. I am currently in college at texarkana, texas. I plan on going into the ministry to work with students. My prayer is that God will use me to reach students, and have an impact on their lives. You have been very inspiring to me to become a better communicater. Well I know you are very busy and probably will not even see this but if you do, can you please pray for me. I am trying to come up with some financial aid for next school year, and so far I have not come up with anything. I know that God will work this out and I am trusting in him. Thanks for all you have done.
Bobby
Hey!my name is mariole and I am from South-Africa and I just want to thank you for everything that you do..YEsterday they played a DVD of yours at out school and I was just blown away when I saw it.
At the moment I am really struggling to keep God in my life,because things are a bit rocky in my life,but you helped me to keep HOLDING on to him
Really thank you!!!!!!
I was so scared to walk a path with God,because I got very hurt in the past,but you learned me not to be scared a just trust God,and I will ever be GREATFULL for what you have done in my life!!!!
THANKS A LOT!!!(*_*)
xoxo
dear mr giglio,
i have a feeling you really don’t read these. i just wanted to thank you for you message on when life hurts the most. i remember this past year. i remember coming home from school i had to ride the bus because my friend couldn’t bring me because she had band. it was a monday, and my mom always worked on monday unless she was on vacation or took a sick day. so the first thing i said when i saw her was what did you do now. and she looked at me and said you need to sit down. the first thing i thought was that someone had died or someone was dying. so i asked if she was ok, she said yes. i asked her if my sister was ok, she said yes. i asked her if my dad was ok, she looked at me with tears in her eyes, i could tell she was trying to be strong. she said not exactly. it was at that moment my life changed forever. she sat there telling me the story of how my friend katie who usually brings me home from school was on her way home when she went by the park, and saw my dads motorcycle. so she pulled in and looked around the corner with my dads arms wrapped around another woman. she kept thinking she should tell me and decided i would over react. so she told my sister. that monday morning after the incident my sister woke up to my fathers car door slamming shut. so she raced out the door got in her car and followed him. she found him in the arms of a second woman. she finally decided to tell my mom since she knew it was true. i didn’t really understand the rest of the story through my sobs. i couldn’t believe it. he was my step dad. but i looked up to him as my dad. a few weeks pass and my mom takes him back thinking he changed. she found out he was texting some girl and that he still wasn’t being faithful. so he left again. yet again she found out he was cheating only this time he wouldn’t leave. so my mom went to stay with my aunt. my sister with her friend. and me to my friend katies house. she finally told me she was moving back in. and i told her if she moved in i wasn’t going with her. and i told her to choose between me and him. and she begged me to come home just for a week. and if i still wanted to move out i could move in with my aunt. so i did. and come to find out this past week it was a plan to get him out so we could have the house. and now he is finally gone. i pray he can change and find god in his life. but through all of this i questioned god. i figured he doesn’t care enough to even help me. he doesn’t love me. but that was what he wanted me to figure out. he wanted me to figure out i didn’t trust him and that he did care. and i don’t know how but through all of this he showed me he cares. i pray that even if this makes no sense to you. it will make someone out there realize god is putting you through these things to show you something that you’ve been missing in your walk with him.
Hello Mr. Giglio
Well I was on a week long trip with my youth group and have seen so far three of your videos. They are amazing and heart touching. I loved how you presented the message of God. Since watching them at 15 my faith in God has grown extremely. It reminds me of what should be. I would love to be in contact more with you. I know you are busy but I pray you have time to read this and answer me. Thank you for everything.
His follower,
Ruth Huss
dear louie,
At my church we whatched the clip about Ashley and Laminan. They were amazing videos. i am really touched and your an amazing speaker. i would love to meet you some day. you should come to my church sometime. We would be glad to have you and the kids and adults that are there would be really touched.
Have you ever considered the bible as a love letter from God to you? You can see Youtube videos of Louie Giglio on the SonsLoveLetter website:
When You are struggling to hold on, you call for help. When no one comes and you can`t hold on any longer, you lose hope. The passion series helps you understand that God is the one who will grab your hand, he has already reached out to you, you only have to look up and take His hand. God is the hope I needed to see. I always had the hope but never looked up to see Him. For such a long time I was calling for help, but always looked down. God is my Hero, the one who saved me. When no one else heard my plea, God was there. It does not matter who I am or whatI did in the past, what matters is wheter or not I am willing to let go, and let God.
Thank You God for speaking through Louie!
hi louie
ill cut it short basicly, iv had my heart broken by a girl who i loved so much and i introduced her to god and now 3 years later she leaves me to go partying, now i have been able to talk to her since and we have sat down together just as friends and shes watched all your dvds to help, god has givin me the burned because im the only person she has ever trusted to try and win the fight of her choosing god or clubbing and shes knows whats right and wrong but still really badly wants to go out and do these things and shes giving up, i just ask could anyone who reads this pray for me and her for me to be given strength to be able to push through this battle and that she will be given wisdom and will follow gods way. thank you for copeing with my boring ramble which im sure you get alot but iv just got desperat thank you
lee tysall
Hey there,
). I think it was Ashley’s story which started it, but when I looked around that assembly hall I could see nothing but tears and solemn faces in even the most rebellious students. That was my turning point; that day I knew God. I left that assembly hall in tears, gave my close friend a hug with the parting words of “God loves you” for the first time in my life, to which she responded with the same comment (and equally as tearfully mind you!) But, as much as I’de love to tell her story (perhaps the most inspirational one I’ve heard from anyone personally), that is not why I am writing this. I am writing this to offer you my thanks, even if you never read this, I will be glad that I atleast thanked the man who gave me the glue to hold my belief firm. After all, its that sermon that I now think of whenever it gets tough, a great help in my sudden change of environment. Thankyou once more, I look forward to seeing you in the new Jerusalem 
I realise the chances of you reading this are small, but I want to say this none-the-less. I have had a rather simple life, raised as I was in a Christian family and attending a small Christian school. Sure, I fantasized about Heaven when I was a little girl with my best friends and did well in my Bible class when I was at school, but I didn’t really feel it, and I’m sure you know what I mean by ‘it’. I watched your sermon ‘Fruitcake and Icecream’ at a school assembly, and I will always be glad I did. You see, that assembly changed a lot of people at my school and is a story we mention a lot when “rehashing our old times” (even if it wasn’t that long ago
God loves you (always)
Gemma
Mr. Giglio, a friend of mine gave me your hope dvd a few days ago. At this moment my family is in the midst of the trouble Jesus said would come for the second time. April 1, 2007 marks the birth of my youngest daughter’s first child, a little girl named Laci. We were told at about 5 and 1/2 months into the pregnancy that she had a physical disorder in which she was not life compatable. We were devistated and prayed furiously that God would perform a miracle. He did not. She lived about 30 minutes. Many great and life changing things came from her little short-lived life. 18 months later a beautiful and perfect little boy was born. We were and are so grateful for him and the joy he brings. Genetisist had said 25% chance of reoccurance which means 75% chance of not occurring. Wanting another child, they tried again and are pregnant with a little girl, Lauren, who will be born in about a week and most likely buried a few days later. These experiences have heart rendering as well as full of blessings. I appreciate your message of hope. It is hard to see the positive when planning a funeral. The day to day grind is difficult when you know the outcome, and even have to choose the day of birth and death of your daughter. We also found comfort in the story of Angie and Todd Smith through Angie’s book I WiIl Carry You. It truly is a dance with joy and grief. I have a friend who went through a similar circumstance during Laci’s pregnancy, but her child lived contrary to doctor predictions. She grew very close to the Lord during that time and when I asked her if she would go through it again, she said emphatically, “yes.” I could not say that, at all. And here we are 3 years later going through it again. God changed my life during the first pregnancy, giving me a passion for all my family that exceeds what I thought possible. In this pregnancy I was wondering what I didn’t learn the first time. There has been much. It has been like a refining process, removing the dross that would hinder. I wish there was an easier way, but of course there are is more involved than a grandmother that wants to hold her precious grandaughter and see her grow into a godly woman. I see many on the fringe of our story. They pray for us but keep their distance. Only a few have waded into the mire of grief with us. They are so precious and needed. In watching the first part of Hope, I came away with one idea, the first time I watched it. It was what you said to Ashley’s dad, “I’m so glad that you got to see the power of the gospel with your own eyes up close. I see purpose in that as well as why. My daughter’s name is Kim McBride and she has posted her journey on Facebook. It started out as an easier way of giving out news than on the phone, too exhausting and hard. It has drawn in many. I know there is a bigger picture, God’s canvas for our lives. I would change it in a heartbeat, but know the He will use the suffering as the servant of His message.
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