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My Coffee Maker Could Fight Yours
This week, you ain’t got nothing on me with your
2 Tests, 2 Papers, 2 quizes, and a silly presentation.
You know why?
Voila. This is why:
[stress... can you handle this? I think not]
My new coffee maker. It’s a hoss.
Thank you Clayton. You know me well.
[or is it evident that I'm a fan of coffee... and anything that makes life easier...?]
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I70, you aint got nothing.
To get my hotel cup of coffee I had to get up early. A bit ironic, but fresh coffee can lure me from afar. I promised Robert I would let him sleep until 10 a.m. and hence, a much needed slow morning.
I just imported my pictures from yesterday and all but three of them were taken by Robert from inside the car. As we drove, he held the camera to the window exclaiming…
Wow! Oh my goodness!
Man! I missed it. Look how big that rock is!
A lake! Caroline it’s beautiful!
you can see the rain! It’s sunny there and storming here! ugh. the windshield wiper is in my picture.
Rainbow!!! count the colors!!
It was such simple joy.
Simple joy over the things Elohim spoke into existence.
The earth is the LORD’s, and everything in it,
the world, and all who live in it.
Psalm 24
I was focused on I70 and finding our Quality Inn before dark– so focused that each time Robert exclaimed in joy I was taken off guard, restraining a “shhhh.” This morning as I flipped through Robert’s rather blurry pictures, my heart was heavy with conviction. I feel like I’m convicted of this often; maybe it’s that I’m in the beauty of God’s creation and He doesn’t want me to miss it.
Lord, I confess I ignore You way to often. Continue to break through my focus.
My fear is that intense focus on I70 isn’t limited to just traveling.
Other I70′s that steal my focus:
-future plans
-grades
-technology
-success
-sometimes even learning
-self-centeredness
-… and the list continues…
oh, the I70′s offer nothing in light of eternity! To return to Him is True Joy. Look around today and praise the Lord.
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we have so many tree huggers; if only they saw the Creator and gave the glory to Him. Him alone.
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CommentI Want to Be a Coffee Cup
If I were a cup, I’d be a coffee cup.
[disclaimer: this is not just because I am coffee's biggest fan]
Here is my reasoning:
1. Coffee cups usually become the center of conversation.
They are undoubtedly pretty and clever.
if not, they are at least acknowledged. ”ohh, you have coffee. I need some…” That is surely more notice than a cup of water. And how many cups of water have you seen that say “I’m hot” or “drink me up”? Never.
2. Coffee cups get the most attention.
If I’m eating dinner, my cup is functional, and it may get a solid 30 minutes out of the cupboard.
Not so is the coffee cup. I purposely draw out my coffee cup experience as long as possible. It’s affectionate and we’re somewhat attached.
3. Coffee cups get to go sight-seeing.
My coffee cup is my backpack’s best friend. It gets to go everywhere– class, work, car, etc. Okay, maybe those aren’t the most exciting places, but then again, compare to the alternative: the inside of a cupboard.
4. Coffee cups have cool friends.
Common Groundians are usually hip, humanitarian aid activists wearing a beanie, big glasses, and TOMS with messy hair and ride antique roadbikes.
Starbuckics are the intellectual, talkative types over at Truett who casually comment on the classical music or Frank Sinatra and explain how both remind them of systematic theology.
AWESOME friends.
5. Coffee cups see the world become a better place.
Usually grumpy people pick the cup up, but by the end, coffee cups have transformed Mr. Grumpy into Mr. Happy to Face the World. They must sleep well at night.
6. and lastly, coffee cups get hold coffee. mmm coffee.
[if I were a good student... I would be studying instead of personifying inanimate objects for the ten people who might read this]
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CommentWhy I Blog
I write often.
Mostly about silly things– yellow backpacks and coffee and Christmas. It helps keep writing fun, because research and theology papers have the ability to suck all life out of writing.
Also, I kind of want to prove to my grandchildren that I lived an entertaining life and didn’t merely sit around and knit (though I’m realizing more and more that my life is becoming one of a grandmother: my body shuts down with the Sun, I swear by Denny’s, and I do knit and like books).
Lots of things are fun and lack purpose though, so I don’t ever want to dismiss my purpose in writing (or going to class or serving or being in Pi Phi or whatever else my scattered schedule holds this week).
I write to bring glory to the God Most High.
Whether I’ve made it clear or not, it cannot be overstated or understated, repeated too many times, shouted too loudly or whispered more sweetly or with more force.
I desire to live for Christ.
I deserved hell and still do, but by dying an excruciating death with nothing but a perfect, yes perfect, record, his hands were pierced on my behalf.
And yours.
Blood flowed, tears fell, and payment was paid. A giant payment that makes grace impossible to comprehend. If I ever claim to understand it, it’ll only be when I’m standing before the throne of God and He’s personally explaining it.
Knowing this God is my goal.
I fail often- so often that when I see glimpses of Him I want to smack myself on the face and then am taken back to the classroom of grace.
I’m learning.
Learn with me.
I promise you it’ll blow your mind.
and heart.
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CommentLooking at Today Through the Lens of the Cross
Chapter 16
The story continues first by backtracking.
Yesterday my car died at Sonic. My Diet Vanilla Coke became a hero when poured on my battery cables and the kindest carhop jumpstarted my car; I later drank coconut coffee at Common Grounds and was depressed when it was gone. I successfully held to my workout plan (oh yeah, Day One). I got extra sleep, lit a candle, read some Crazy Love, and the sun shined brightly.
It was a wonderful day.
But back tracking a little further…
One day they led Him to Calvary’s mountain
One day they nailed Him to die on the tree
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!
And one day the grave could conceal Him no longer
One day the stone rolled away from the door
Then He arose; over death He had conquered
Now He’s ascended, my Lord forevermore!
That one day bought freedom for the lead character, releasing her chains, and wiping her debt free. That one day gave hope to the plot of my story. The Author will write your story the same way.
My day was wonderful, but that day was glorious and altered every part of my story.
Looking forward… This coming weekend I have a phone date with my best friend in Arizona. We’re currently debating whether or not to “meet” at Barnes and Noble or Borders. I’m partial to Barnes and Noble with no articulate reason why. Some day I hope to stick with a workout plan longer than a week, and in the future I hope to have a family with maybe a kid or two or three or… I better stop. The future is intriguing, inviting, and still the future.
Those will be great days. Live in the present Caroline, but do dwell on this:
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming
One day the skies with His glories will shine
Wonderful day my Beloved One’s bringing
Glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!One day He’s coming
Oh glorious day- Todd Agnew
In my story, those two days are not merely a backdrop, an extra, or special effect. They write the story; they allow the story; they are the story now. And my story yesterday and my story to come.
I want to know that Author, sit down to a cup of coffee, but I know by then I’ll be smack down on my face and coffee will no longer be my love.
I have wonderful and great days where I laugh, rest, smile and love life. Such days, however, are certainly overshadowed by Glorious Days that allow them.
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CommentHey There
In a matter of days I'm going to marry my college sweetheart Clayton. I'll be the resident chaplain at a girls dormitory this year... which will add a few quirks to our first year of marriage. I've been adopted into Texas culture and I keep Sonic in business. I blog about faith and the struggles with faith. My first name is Jane; I'm Caroline.
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