If you could wake up one morning as someone else, who would it be and what would you do?

Bethany Dillon - Waking Up - 2007

Waking up one morning, only to find I was someone else would be scary, especially if I couldn't pick who I was going to change places with (assuming that was the scenario.) But since I get to pick, here goes:

I think I'd like to be Misty Edwards for one day, just to see what it was like to walk and sing under such an incredible anointing. I feel certain she spends tons of time in prayer, as well as time composing new material and just singing before the Lord; something I don't have much time alloted for these days. A band practice with the musicians she plays with would be very cool and I think I would talk her engineers into letting me have studio time. Then I'd hook up with some of her friends at the coffee shop and ask those "heavy" questions I have been contemplating; people like Allen Hood, Mike Bickle, and Corey Russell. I wouldn't wonder if they wanted to hang out with me... after all, I'm Misty.

I probably would not eat very much because Misty fasts all the time. I would look forward to a two-hour set of worship with my team in the Prayer Room and you... would be able to watch me on the web-stream. But I wouldn't care about that... because I'm Misty.

I would not be satisfied with just 24 hours. I would be anxious for another day to spend at the feet of Jesus. Sleep would be light and the dawn would remind me of what this is all leading to...

because I was Misty.

Cyber Psalmist

Question of the Week

If you could design a billboard,

what would it say?

You are a voice to a generation.

Billboards are an amazing advertising tool. Because we have a business of our own, I have checked into billboard advertising as well as considered various locations around the city that would be beneficial to us. Location is everything. It must be catchy or else colorful enough to capture the readers attention. We read them at stop lights or glance at them as we fly down the expressway. Some are humorous and others annoy us. I've even seen a billboard with a proposal on it. I'm not sure I find that romantic. Everywhere you go (unless there are restrictions) you see billboards.

Have you ever thought of your life as a billboard? At least for the moment. How I act and who I am speaks volumes about me. My "being" is just as important as my "doing."

I am a voice to a generation and I do have something to say. I've learned from those before me and want to make a difference for those behind. My heart cries out to expose what's real because real reality has somehow fallen through the cracks.

So, what could I possibly say to a generation viewing my billboard?

Jesus wants to know
if you'll play
"Hide & Seek?"

Guess what-- you're it!

Seek the LORD
while He may be found,
Call upon Him
while He is near.
Isaiah 55:6

Cyber Psalmist

Question of the Week

If you were stranded on a deserted island, what is the one item (besides your Bible) you would most want to have with you? Explain your answer.




Ok, I know what some of you are thinking and there is no right or wrong answer. Anything goes on this one so don't get offended if I didn't choose you as my answer. (That was aimed at my mother, who I know reads this.)
I would most want my pillow. I know that sounds bizarre but I love my pillow.

I have a great pillow right now and I would certainly want this particular one with me on my island, but any pillow would do, under those circumstances.

When I was a very young girl, I had a latex foam pillow that I really loved. I loved it so much, I carried it into my marriage with me 30 years ago. I used it for a good while, even though it did not match my husbands pillow on the other side of the bed. That would bother anal retentives, but it never bothered me.

One evening, I knew it would be my last night sleeping with it. I unzipped the protective cotton cover and saw that the majority of the contents had turned into a pile of yellow crumbs which resembled crushed Captain Crunch cereal near the bottom.

The next day my search began for the perfect replacement. After years of trying, I had finally found one that felt right. It's one of those memory foam pillows that is contoured for your head. It will never be the same as my old pillow, but I have had many a good nights rest with it.

That is why I chose my pillow. I figured a good nights rest would be pretty high on the priority list while stranded. With all those strange sounds in the night, my pillow would be a comfort - something I could hug if I was scared.

I could even draw a face on it and talk to it when I got lonely.

Not to mention, much softer that a rock to sit on.

As I pondered further, I thought of a dozen other things I could use my pillow for.

That's my choice for now. Who knows, it might change after this gets posted. I might want my iPod instead.

Question of the Week

What happened on the best day of your summer vacation?

On the best day of my summer vacation, I woke up and there were no kids in my house.

My oldest son has been married over three years now but sometimes when I go into his old room, I still imagine he is in there (sleeping). I used to sit down on his bed and annoy him by slurping coffee in his ear until he woke up.

My first daughter is now at IHOP Kansas City for an internship but her room is still high voltage. Even though she is not around to order my day and eat sushi with me, her sister, who still occupies the room, is. The evidence is unfolding as to who was the cause of the continuous mess in the room.

Both girls have vacated the premises... one in KC, the other is at camp for one solid week.

That leaves the youngest son home (although I tried my best to talk him into going to camp, knowing secretly, I’d have one week to myself. But no chance. He was looking for some solitude as well but never admitted it.

Until -- the phone call came! He was invited to spend a couple of nights at a friends and I was looking at getting a little over 48 hours to myself. I cheerfully released him to his friends house and as I was walking up my front steps, let out a “yea-high” that I’m sure my neighbors heard.

So you might wonder what I did with my 48 hrs? I meticulously scrubbed the guest bathroom. Not even the ants liked the bleachy smell. It sparkled so much that I needed sunglasses. After I was through, I walked past it on purpose, just to get extra glimpses of my hard efforts.

Shortly after that, I began packing my bags for a well-earned trip to Savannah, which included a self-guided walking tour of the river front and some historical stops as well as a reservation at “Lady & Sons” restaurant with new friends that God has recently put in my life.

The fellowship was fantastic, the food was fabulous, the walking was wonderful, and the shopping was just too short.

When I returned home, the first thing I wanted to do was see my kids (hubby too.) It's true, I missed them the whole time. But I sure did have some guilt-free fun while they were gone!