I Have Arrived (but where did I come from?)

When I was a teenager, I used to watch music videos on television. I know that today with all of the different nostalgia shows on the "music channels" that this idea must seem antiquated, but that is how it was (in my best old fogey voice) - back in my day. VH1 was for the more mature crowd, and MTV was young and hip. I was never hip, but being young I spent most of my time on MTV. Occasionally I would drift over to VH1 especially on Sunday mornings. I recall a time where I drifted over for a "Sunday Brunch" type of thing, and there on screen was a beautiful ocean with Adirondack chairs sitting on the beach and a Kenny G type of sax solo was playing in the background. The image stuck with me. This is what adults do on a Sunday morning...read the newspaper in bed together, children come to jump under the covers and you relish what is left of the weekend.

Fast-forward almost 20 years. It is not a Sunday morning. In fact, it is a Monday night, and being the techno-geeks that we are, my husband and I are in our comfy-cozy bed, each with our own laptops, and typing away. My son comes bounding onto the bed to peer over each screen to see what is going on. And he anxiously awaits his turn. I have arrived.

The Gospel According To Starbucks

No, it is not a new coffee cult where we bow at the altar of Starbucks with the aroma of fresh brewed beans wafting heavenly as an incense offering. Instead it is a wonderful read about having a "Grande Passion" - passionately sold out to, enveloped by, and completely immersed in Jesus Christ - and sharing Him with the culture we are in. Admittedly, I am only about 50 pages into the book, but the writing appeals to me.

All of this talk of Starbucks has me craving my standard order. If only I were within a reasonably short driving distance to my local SB, I would order a venti - YES, VENTI - iced caramel macchiato.

BTW, if you click here, you can read more about it at Amazon.

I Love Waterfalls...

I have lived near the ocean, and it has a beauty of its own, but waterfalls - WOW - there is just something about them. I love them! I even have one embroidered on my blue-jean jacket:)

Yosemite is a paradise for those of us who love waterfalls. Check out the waterfalls of Yosemite. I have had the privilege of living in Yosemite National Park, waking up each morning to view and hear Upper and Lower Yosemite Falls. I have stood at the bottom and seen the moonbow at night. It was even more special because I was in the arms of my future husband at the time.

The waterfall regularly pictured on my blog is of Amicalola Falls in northern Georgia. We lived there for a few months in 2004, and I found this treasure before we left the state. The boys and I hiked to the top and had a wonderful view of the Georgia landscape.

(My boys may have serious words with me for posting this pic. Afterall, they're teenagers now!)

To stand at the top of a waterfall
as the water cascades down is incredible,
but to stand at the bottom
as the water crashes down onto the rocks is majestic.
The sound is deafening
as the spray covers your being
with the damp mist.

In Revelation Chapter 1, Jesus Christ's voice is described as that of the sound of rushing waters, One of awe, beauty, fluidity, and power. Every time I have the pleasure of visiting one of these majestic creations, I hear His Voice as the water comes cascading down.

While I Am Trying To Get Together This Really Long Blog...

Check out these blog entries on who Jesus is and how the Jesus of Christianity differs with the Jesus of Mormonism. I live in an area where as a Christ follower, born-again Christian, Jesus Freak, I am in the minority. The Mormon church holds the religious majority.

We pray for an awakening for the entire valley in which we live so that God will be glorified, that His Truth will reign supreme. We pray diligently for our friends both near and far to know Him, to love Him, and to worship Him, to come into fellowship with the One, The Only, The Living and True God.

Reclaiming The Mind: Is The Mormon Faith A True Representation Of Christianity?

Eclectic Christian: Reflections on the Diety of Christ

Random Thoughts

After much deliberation and putting aside my reservations, I decided to join a Beth Moore Bible study on the book of Daniel. We are five weeks in and I have to say, "Wow!"

Generally, at the beginning of the study there is a history lesson behind the current chapter/verses, and then there are five daily lessons (I usually cram and do them all on Tuesday night) which allow for personal application of what you have learned. This week we talked about how King Belshazzar had the consecrated vessels of God, which were taken from God's temple, and toasted his foreign false gods with them.

The personal application of this section was a reminder that we are God's consecrated vessels, that His Spirit dwells in those who believe in and on Him. What idols, what false gods are we as His consecrated vessels choosing to "raise our glasses to"?

Another post on the Daniel Study