Flight of The Gypsy Bird

So this is Ernie's Trail in Wyomia Tyus Park . Shane and I were walking through the amazing nature trails at a local park where we live and we came across a cute little bridge. We stopped for a minute and looked over the rails at the multitude of moss covered rocks and pebbles beneath us. The water trickled over them invitingly, as if saying,"Come explore!" Instantly, we were both transported back to our childhoods and the adventures we would have in creeks just like this one. Shane laughed and said, "Oh, wow! I remember when I was a kid, how I would spend HOURS down in there climbing all over, turning over rocks and..." "..And looking for salamanders and crawdads and getting soaking wet!" I finished his sentence and we both laughed and reminisced about all the things we would do in creeks like this one.  Then, he said something that kinda hurt my heart a little... He looked over the edge of the bridge again and said, "You know, I pr...

As most of you know, I've been reading some pretty ridiculous literature written by Bethel Church's senior pastor, Bill Johnson. To say that the man is a revolutionary is just about as ridiculous as saying that a forest fire is just a eensy-weensy spark, lol. His perspective and revelations about the Face and Presence and Person of God have COMPLETELY changed my life and my relationship with the extreme Lover of my soul. Here are three of the culprits and catalysts for the destruction of everything I ever thought was right and good in my faith. In the latter book ^^ Hosting the Presence ^^, Bill asks a question about what kind of legacy we want to leave. I read that and instantly I was singing the Nichole Nordeman song "Legacy" I don't mind if you've got something nice to say about me And I enjoy an accolade like the rest And you can take my picture and hang it in a gallery Of all the "who's who's" and so-and-so's Th...