Friday, March 30, 2012

Scary God Thought!

.I have recently come upon a most wonderful software for composing! For those of us who seem incapable of composing in a linear fashion it is a godsend. Note that word: godsend. This software allows me to compose, have another idea, start a new chapter, keep track of all my research in another place... I can play around with the flow of the chapters without having to fuss with a big long manuscript...the wonderful things it will do just goes on and on. It is designed for how non linear people's minds work!

Then when all your chapters are perfected, you can go to "file" and hit compile: choose your format or essay, novel, novella, Kindle, academic paper or presentation! And zip, away it goes and viola there is your perfected manuscript in proper order, correct pagination...IT. IS. WONDERFUL!

There is a learning curve, I will say that; but they have an extensive manual. And they are the nicest people! I had a series of bizzare things happen with my first compile. I thought it was pilot error so I was careful--several times I was careful. Finally gave up and wrote for tech assistance. They graciously told me that what I was experiencing was...bizzare! The conclusion we arrived at was that the problems were the result of having first composed my manuscript in Word. Word has many embedded codes that interfere with formatting in another software! I so love Scrivener that I will not compose in Word again. I will begin--even think, dream and muse in Scrivener.

If anyone would like to give it a test drive you can get it here. They allow you a 30 day or 30 uses trial run of it. Here is another beauty about this software--it only costs $45.00.

Now here is my scary God thought. Why did He bring me here? Why am I finding this now? My Sassy Pants series is all written (2 published, 2 to go). The two burden bearing books are done. A third book with working title of Through the Wilderness...the path to holiness is freshly compiled in Scrivener. There are a couple embryonic novels rolling around in my head and another children's series...but nothing is pushing for expression. I was beginning to entertain thoughts that I might be able to go back to some knitting. Now this. God said He is my provider. He gives me what I need. (insert sober face) Um, Lord...why do I need this ferrari writing software? There is a knowing in the nether reaches of my being that He is going to be downloading stories...oh, my!

I know my current spiritual assignment is to stay one step behind Jesus so that I can hear what He says and write it down. My experience is that Jesus has very long legs. Sometimes he walks fast and takes big steps. I really have to hustle to keep up. I may or may not get to that knitting! I'll keep you posted as to what He's doing...

See you around!

Blessings, Carol

Friday, March 23, 2012

God Thoughts #7

Whew, my "God Thoughts" have been interrupted!

I am memorizing Matthew 5:21-22 today. It reads, "You have heard that it was said to those of old, 'You shall not murder; and whoever murders will be liable to judgment.' But I say to you that everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment; whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council; and whoever says, 'You fool!' will be liable to the hell of fire."

As I pondered that verse it occured to me that I really need to include the next four verses to make sense of the flow of what Jesus was getting at. He went on to say,

"So if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there before the altar and go. First be reconciled to your nbrother, and then come and offer your gift. Come to terms quickly with your accuser while you are going with him to court, lest your accuser hand you over to the judge, and the judge to the guard, and you be put in prison. Truly, I say to you, you will never get out until you have paid the last penny."

I wonder if Jesus was reverse engineering...he goes on to give a blueprint for not getting into such an anger that leads to murder. Everyone who is angry with his brother will be liable to judgment--now here we go with the language that liable as in the sense of liable as in "likely to make judgments," or is it liable in the sense of being culpable? I will be heading for the Greek to see what Matthew said in a minute!

Verse 22 goes on to say that whoever insults his brother will be liable to the council...Sanhedrin? Do you notice that the anger comes first and it was not resolved on the spot. Whatever offended became a continual irritant which goads one to make snide remarks. put-downs and ultimately insults. I have been around people like that who have perfected scarcasm to a fine art. There are whole familites where the atmosphere is constantly prickly with emotional pokes and jabs. It is all excused with the assurance that you know you are loved if you are included in all the acidic harrassment. That feels to me like a very twisted definition of love, not at all like the picture of love that Jesus presented. It certainly does not feel like II Cor. 13!

The final escalation of unresolved anger is that we would call a brother "You fool!" In other words, we dishonor the brother; we will be liable to the hell of fire. Perhaps He means that as anger matures our emotions become inflammed. That irritation has rubbed and scratched the soul so badly that infection sets in with the accompanying inflammation that finally erupts violently. Our western culture has attempted to separate the spirit, soul and body, but they remain connected whether the mind believes it or not. Inflammation of spirit and soul can eventually manifest themselves with inflammation of the body. We know that resentment can lead to artheritis and unresolved issues can result in all sorts of physical ailments.

Today Jesus might say, "The way to solve the murder issue? Don't allow offense to stand. Nip it in the bud whether it be between family members or if it is someone you are doing business with..."come to terms with your adversary," "first be reconciled with your brother," then carry on. Don't allow the offense to fester. It sounds to me like the master engineer explaining what the manual says.

Now I need to go do the word study on "liable."

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Book Review: You’re Already Amazing by Holley Gerth

I would recommend You’re Already Amazing by Holley Gerth to any woman who struggles with self-confidence, her self-esteem or her relationship with the Lord--now that is a bunch of us! Holley has a soft touch; you really do feel as comfortable as you would with a friend in your kitchen or having a cup of coffee in some coffee shop with a friend. She does not push, but quietly and confidently opens the door and invites you in…to places you don’t want to go alone. You come through that open door using the short exercises included throughout each chapter and find your savior waiting, happy to see you!

Holley doesn’t waste time; she wades right in and smacks that old lying serpent on the snout! She calls a lie a lie and helps a person see themselves through God’s eyes of love and how "being me" is the biggest and best gift I can give others (The Body of Christ). She

·       helps me see how lies have affected me

·       helps me see my skills and strengths

·       discusses why I feel the way I do

·       where I am going in life

·       who is with me (dealing with self-confidence and who is a safe person)

·       how I connect most comfortably with others

·       encourages me to be myself because God made me and I bring something to life and my community that no one else can

She deftly turns from helping us look within with God’s eyes and segues to looking at where God wants us to go and what He expects of us as opposed to other’s expectations and self expectations. She carefully helps you break down what God expects of you into next appropriate steps. I loved how she ended the book with a series of truths that ring as clear as church bells.

Many times as I read I would find the book in my lap and realize that I had stopped reading and was deep in conversation with the Lord. Holley came along side and with step after step she took the overwhelming part out of the task of becoming “me” and making God proud—He is already proud of each of His children because we are already amazing! Too many times we do not know that.

Another feature of this book that I think many will find helpful is the “Go Deeper Guide” at the end of the book for individuals and groups who want to take things more in depth.

This review is by Carol Brown, author of The Mystery of Spiritual Sensitivity and Highly Sensitive. I wrote it in response to a free copy of You’re Already Amazing, published by Revell, a division of Baker that was sent me by (in)courage.

Friday, March 16, 2012

What Does It Mean... be highly sensitive? It means that your central nervous system is very finely tuned; you take in more sensory data than most people. And it means you have the necessary neural hardware to be a natural burden bearer. be a burden bearer? You are able to know or understand something of another person's inner state of being in some sensory way, carry the pain or trouble to the cross, and pray passionately, inviting Jesus into the situation or circumstance based upon what you have sensed from the person and from God's own heart. The Holy Spirit within you gathers up the burden from every place in you that it has gone, draws it through you, lifts it up and out of you, and places it on the cross of Christ. Natural burden bearers are highly sensitive. (From the front matter of my book, Highly Sensitive.)

The term "natural" is used in the sense that we say someone is a player, runner, pianist, teacher, parent--they are good at what they do and they do it with ease. They are a natural! For highly sensitive people it is so easy for them to sense what is going on with another that they are often surprised to learn that everyone else in the world does not experience life this way! Yet many live their lives with a sense that there is something different about them. Below are some symptoms of high sensitivity or characteristice of a burden bearer. Do you:
  • Have difficulty with bright lights, loud noises and large crowds (over-stimulation)?
  • Need recovery time away from stimulation, noise or activity?
  • Have a vivid imagination?
  • Stay  attuned to family needs and try to help actively or passively in any way you can?
  • Are attuned to and affected by others moods?
  • Have times of excessive emotion--responses seem extreme, whether it be grief, anger, sadness or  tears over physical hurts?
  • Have times of uncharacteristic behavior when you don't "act like yourself?"
  • Have tender feelings that are easily hurt
  • Appear shy and quiet?
  • Feel vulnerable to sadnes or depression?
  • Feel you lose your individuality around strong personalities or intense inner turmoil?
  • See, smell or sense things others cannot see, smell or sense?
  • Know things ahead of time, or things others did not tell you?
  • Cut the tags out of your shirts and sweathers because they irritate?
If you answered "yes" to a number of these characteristics you may be coping with a highly sensitive nervous system which is core to burden bearing and sensing the heart of God. It is a good thing! For more on how to live with the "gift" and thrive, see my book, Highly Sensitive.

Thursday, March 15, 2012

The Beat Goes On--1st Chapter

To further whet your appetite, I suggest you read the first chapter. It's not that hooked me! But as a post...ya, it's kinda long!

Reprinted from AND THE BEAT GOES ON by Tracy Krauss, copyright 2009 by Strategic Book Group. Used with permission by Strategic Book Group.

Chapter One

The African sun beat down on his head in the open jeep as Dr. Mark Graham and his companion bumped along what could hardly be called a road. A local man from the Nbedele tribe, hired on as part of the archeological team, drove the jeep along the hazardous path up the mountain. Hair raising switch backs and steep inclines didn’t seem to faze the driver as he maneuvered the vehicle with one hand. Some pebbles cascaded off the trail’s edge to the ravine below. Good thing he was used to it, Mark decided, or he might have been tempted to bail.

As he braced himself for the next jarring pothole, Mark thought about yesterday’s meeting with the Zimbabwean government officials. Everything had gone well – on the surface, at least. They had agreed to continue their sponsorship, and renewed their pledge of faith in his abilities as a leader in his field. Yet there was this nagging sense at the back of his mind that something rippled beneath the surface – something hidden either by neglect or design of which he was not aware. It was an uncomfortable feeling. Probably just his general distaste for dealing with administrators. As meticulous as he was himself, it rankled when unnecessary red tape seemed to get in the way of real progress. Added to that, it was not a trip he relished, unless absolutely necessary.

His crew had been meticulously digging under the site of an ancient temple – a sacred site stringently protected by the government of Zimbabwe. The temple site itself had been unearthed decades before, but legend had led to speculation that an even older civilization had once used the spot. Mark had been honored when asked to assemble a team of specialists to investigate the possibilities without compromising the original excavations. It was painstaking work. But already, after only five months, the team was rewarded with signs that the legends were indeed rooted in fact. Under the temple mount they had discovered an even more ancient burial ground with an intricate system of tombs that seemed oddly more advanced technologically than the layer of simple graves directly above it. This was not entirely unexpected; history often bespoke of a more barbarous people supplanting a superior civilization. But there was more . . . so much more. Therewas a sense that they were on the verge of something big – monumental, even.

And then the authorities had the audacity to question whether there was any use continuing! They said they were running out of budget and it was taking too long. Fools! Didn’t they know there was no way to unearth secrets that had been buried for millennium in just a few short months? These things took time and care. And money. That was the bottom line. Always was. Mark wished he had the benefit of some nice multi-trillionaire benefactor right about now, instead of a crumbling third world dictatorship. Oh well. For now he had managed to secure another four months contract, having convinced them of the importance of the find to the economic development of the region. But in the end, he doubled it would be enough time and he was a scientist, not a politician.

As the jeep rounded the last corner, Mark spotted one of the tents that had been set up on site as a lab. The archeological site extended over a fairly large area. Several tents and simple wooden structures had been erected to house the necessary work stations and accommodate the crew. Various roped off areas were meticulously squared off for the painstaking process of uncovering tidbits of information, one grain of sand at a time. Mark jumped from the jeep into the cloud of gathering dust and strode directly to the quarters where he expected to find his coworker, Laura Sawchuk. He left his bags for his Nbedelian assistant.

He had left Laura in charge during his brief absence. Laura Sawchuk, Doctor of Anthropology, was very knowledgeable in a wide field and was also very capable at giving direction and leadership. She had been his colleague on more than one job before and he trusted her judgment and skill for the task at hand. She was also, at present, his girlfriend.

Girlfriend had a somewhat adolescent ring to it, Mark decided. His ‘partner’ would be a more appropriate phrase – it was the terminology Laura used, anyway. Mark wasn’t quite sure how their relationship had advanced to more than just colleagues. Close proximity did that to people sometimes. And loneliness.
He found Laura sitting at a corner along one wall, examining a fragment under a microscope. She didn’t look up when he entered. At 36 she was a couple of years older than Mark himself. Her career always came first; a fact that suited Mark, since he shared her passion for work.

“Laura,” he greeted her, “What have we here?” He tried to get a glimpse over her shoulder at the tiny fragment she was scrutinizing.

She ignored the question. “I thought you were going to be back yesterday,” she said, still not taking her eyes from the eye pieces.

"I was delayed an extra day in Harare,” Mark explained as he pulled up a stool and sat down beside her.

Oh? That good news or bad?” she asked.

“Good. I managed to convince them to give us another four months.”

“Four months?!” Laura asked sharply, straightening and looking at Mark for the first time since he had arrived. There was a powdering of dust on his skin and hair which almost made him look like he had stepped out of one of those old fashioned sepia photographs – all monochromatic brown. “We can’t possibly be finished in four months.” She reached over and flicked a stray twig from his unruly mass of dark curls.

“I know that,” Mark shrugged, running a hand through his hair, creating a small cloud of dust. He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. Two days growth of stubble had begun to form.

“But for now I had to take it or leave it.”

Laura leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on Mark’s nose, her streaked brown and blonde ponytail bobbing. “Good to have you back, in any case. Mnanga didn’t kill you, I see, with his reckless driving.”

“Still in one piece, miracle as that is,” Mark nodded with a grin. “What you looking at, anyway?”

“A fragment from some of the plaster leading into the antechamber I told you about,” Laura replied, turning back to the microscope. “It seems to have some kind of metal alloy embedded right in it.”

“Plaster?” Mark asked uncertainly, his brows furrowing.

Laura nodded. “I’m not sure what else to call it. A coating of some kind. Unusual, I know.”

“Very,” Mark agreed. “Most tombs are simply hewn from the rock, not plastered over. Mind if I take a look?” Laura relinquished her seat and Mark took his turn peering into the microscope. “Hm. I see what you mean. I’ve never seen anything like it.” He couldn’t help keeping the disappointment from his voice. He had wanted to be the first into the chamber himself.

Laura picked up on the tone in his voice, “Don’t worry. We haven’t made a breakthrough into the chamber itself yet. I knew you’d be disappointed not to be here, so we’ve held back a bit.”

“Oh. Thanks. I appreciate it,” Mark nodded, obvious relief in his voice as he continued to peruse the tiny fragment.

“Besides, there’s been plenty of other excitement to keep us busy.”

“Like the bone fragments,” Laura offered.

“Still no word from the lab?” he asked. He already knew the answer. He’d checked back in Harare.

“Nope. But we are starting to see a pattern emerging,” Laura said.

Mark’s curiosity was really pricked now. He looked up. “What kind of pattern?”

“Come and see,” Laura said, leaving the plaster fragment behind for the time being. She led Mark to a computer station. She sat down in front of the screen and clicked several icons with the mouse. A large blueprint of the dig appeared on the screen. “The strange bone fragments we found first were located here,” she pointed to the location with her finger, “alongside the human remains that appear to have been disturbed - either by some type of seismic activity, or by other humans.”

“Mmhm,” Mark nodded. It was nothing new to him. He had been present during that discovery. “Go on.”

“The next grave we uncovered also contained unidentified bone fragments. Only this time,” she paused for effect. She glanced over at him, ready to gage his reaction. He raised his brows in question. “I’ll bring up a digital photo,” she said, clicking the mouse deftly once again. Several windows opened. “Ah, here we are.” She punched one more key and a color photo came up of a long curved bone. It was broken in two places, with part of the inner section missing. She hit another key and a second picture came up. This time it showed Laura and Rocco, one of the crew managers, holding the bone between them.

“That’s one big chicken wing,” Mark whistled.

“Then you do agree that it looks like part of a wing?” Laura asked, surveying him

Mark blinked and peered at the image again. “Yes . . . it does, doesn’t it?”

“The humerus is almost entirely intact, with parts of the ulna attached. It looks to be from a very large winged creature. The parts that are left clearly seem to have been placed with the body, intentionally.”

“Large,” Mark mused. “How large?”

“Pretty damn big, that’s all I have to say. Bigger than an albatross or any present species of bird that I know of.”

“You know what this means, don’t you?” Mark asked expectantly. He looked over at Laura, obvious excitement burning in his eyes. “ discovered another Troy – an ancient legend thought to be nothing more than myth.” He pounded the computer table and the monitor flickered momentarily. It was the most emotion he had displayed thus far.

“Watch it,” Laura warned with a smile. “No hitting the furniture! forgetting our power supply isn’t the most stable.”

“What else you got?” Mark asked anxiously.

“Rocco’s team has been continuing on those same graves. He may find the other “wing,” so to speak, and by the look of the placement of those two graves, speculating that there could be a whole ring of graves surrounding the entrance to the antechamber. Providing you want to disturb them.”

“Hmm. Like guards,” Mark commented.

“Right. Here’s another interesting find from the same grave,” Laura said, referring to the next photo. “It appears to be some kind of head piece or mask, probably worn expressly for burial. It’s pretty badly decayed and was in danger of disintegrating into dust if we tried to remove it.”

Mark just stared at the screen, “I know what thinking, okay?” Laura interrupted his thoughts. “About that legend– don’t go spreading rumors until the lab has done a full analysis. had a hard enough time convincing Rocco to keep his feet on the ground. You know how he can be. We could all be discredited if we aren’t careful. First we need solid lab work as to the type of bone, then solid dating on both the human and non human fragments.”

“You don’t need to remind me about procedure, Doctor,” Mark stated in a business like tone. “I am still chief archeologist on this dig.”

“Of course,” Laura agreed, giving Mark a sideways glance. “I wasn’t trying to offend you. You seem awfully touchy.”

Mark sighed and ran a hand through his thick, unruly hair. “My apologies. I guess I’m just tired after the trip.”

“More like your nerves are shot after Mnanga’s driving,” Laura offered.

“Right,” Mark agreed with a chuckle. “Plus, I hate being out of the loop. I feel like all the important discoveries are being made when I’m gone.”

“You need to relax,” Laura said, coming up behind him and kneading his neck with her


“Hm . . . that feels good,” Mark said, closing his eyes.

“Of course. And I’ll make it feel even better a little later on,” Laura promised with a

suggestive smile.

“Oh? That’s definitely worth coming back for,” Mark said with a smile of his own. He

closed his eyes and allowed her fingers to do their magic on the stiff cords in his neck. Suddenly he opened his eyes. “I’d like to take a look, myself,” he said, all business once again. “At that bone. It’s been stored and numbered with the rest of the artifacts?”

“Of course,” Laura shrugged, dropping her hands and walking away with a sigh. She turned back to the computer. “I expected you’d want to have a look at everything. I just thought you might want to wait and start fresh tomorrow.”

“With only four months grace, I don’t think we can spare the time. I better be off to inspect the rest of the work in progress,” he said with obvious relish, rubbing his hands together. He rose and turned to leave.

“Mark,” Laura stopped him.

“Hm?” Mark turned.

“I missed you.”

His nod of acknowledgement was barely perceptible. He was already out the door.

Mark strode to where he hoped to find Rocco Cortez, one of the crew chiefs. He’d been talking to various other crew chiefs along the way and was brought up to date on most of the developments already, so it was just a matter of seeing it for himself. He was physically weary from his trek, but his mind was on high alert.

By far, the dominant feature of the entire site was the ancient temple ruins. It had been reconstructed in places and consisted of an outer and an inner courtyard, with the chambers of the temple itself in the center. Much of the building had been constructed of rock quarried from the surrounding area. Mostly what was left, after being uncovered, was the foundation, with only a few walls remaining intact. But the location of the altar and several other important features, could be clearly identified from what remained. The original archeological excavations had taken place over thirty years ago. What Mark and his team were interested in now was not the temple itself, but what lay hidden far beneath it.

This type of excavating was very painstaking and precise. In order to get at the layers beneath without disturbing the top layer, the team had to tunnel underneath using an elaborate system of braces, all the while ensuring that they did not destroy a potentially important find. They started well away from the temple mound itself, creating a crater like moat around one side of the site. From here they could open up the side of the hill underneath, exposing subsequent layers as they went. It was backbreaking work with an element of risk, but the thrill of discovery outweighed the drawbacks.

“Rocco,” Mark greeted his colleague, pumping his hand vigorously. “I hear there have been some exciting discoveries in my absence.” Rocco was a short, somewhat stocky man of Puerto Rican descent. He wore his graying hair in a haphazard ponytail, and sported a thick black mustache.
“Hey, my friend,” Rocco responded enthusiastically. “She showed you the photos?”
“Yeah. Pretty amazing,” Mark nodded.

“See the real thing yet?” Rocco asked, surveying his boss out of the corner of his eye.

“Just heading over there now,” Mark informed. The two men started walking together toward the storage and cataloguing compound. “So what do you think?”

Rocco shrugged noncommittally. “You probably don’t want to know.”

“Come on, Rocco. I trust your judgment.” Rocco looked skeptical and kept his mouth shut. Mark smiled encouragingly and slapped the older man across the back. “Don’t let Laura scare you off. She even warned me about keeping the discovery under wraps until the final analysis report comes in.”

Rocco considered his answer for a moment. “Seems obvious to me. In keeping with local legend, plus the size, shape and wing span . . .”

Mark nodded. “I know. I just can’t quite wrap my brain around it yet. It seems impossible.”

“Wait until you see it,” Rocco responded.

“So you seriously think we’ve unearthed the remains of a long extinct variety of flying dinosaur?”

Rocco nodded. “Very Pterodactyl like. I’ve seen them before.”

Mark grunted and let out a small disbelieving laugh. “No wonder Laura is so paranoid. The sooner we get a positive ID, the better. I just wish I’d been around personally to document the whole thing.”

“You don’t trust us?” Rocco asked.

“I didn’t say that,” Mark explained. “It’s just that this could either be the biggest scientific discovery of the century or the biggest hoax. We’ll either be famous or made to look like laughing stocks. Any slip in procedure and we could be completely discredited.”

“They’ll try it, don’t even fool yourself into thinking they won’t.”

Mark glanced sideways at his long time friend and trusted colleague. “You sound pretty
skeptical. And who are ‘they?”

"The establishment.”

“The establishment,” Mark repeated sardonically.

“In this case, the scientific community,” Rocco clarified.


“Sure. They accept only what fits into their own preconceived theories. Anything outside the box gets tossed.”

“That’s hardly fair,” Mark laughed. “If that’s the case then what’s the use? We might as well pack up right now and go home. Discovery is what this is all about.”

“There, my friend, is where you are sadly mistaken,” Rocco replied knowingly. “It’s really about the capitalist regime that rules us all. Money. Profit. Bottom line. That’swhere the real power is. all just pawns in a big game of chess, fed whatever information the powers-that-be think we can swallow. Just enough to keep us quiet and satisfied. It’s a conspiracy.”

“Someone definitely put something nasty in your cereal this morning,” Mark said with a laugh.

“I’m serious,” Rocco responded.

“I know,” Mark said, sobering. “That’s what worries me.”

They had reached the compound, a large canvas walled structure. Mark greeted the guard with a perfunctory nod and entered without comment. Rocco followed closely on his heels.

“It’s numbered and documented right along with everything else from my quadrant. I did it myself,” Rocco said, leading the way now in the dim interior of the make shift compound. It consisted of rows of metal shelving lined with labeled trays and clear plastic bags of artifacts. “Right here.” He searched the area with his eyes, squinting.

“What the . . . it was here yesterday. I knew you’d want to do the preliminary lab work yourself. What did she do with it?!” he blurted, letting out a string of expletives in Spanish.

“Whoa, whoa! Who do you mean?” Mark asked. “Laura?”

“Has anything been crated for transport to the States yet?” Rocco demanded, ignoring the
initial question.

“Is that what she suggested?”

“Yep. I told her to wait until you got back. I told her you’d want to see it for yourself,” Rocco spat, shaking his head in frustration.

“I take it you two had some disagreements on the subject,” Mark noted.

“You could say that,” Rocco admitted.

“So just what else has been going on in my absence?” Mark wanted to know. He wasn’t feeling too happy at the moment. Laura had just finished telling him she had saved the bone for him to look at. Why would she lie to him about it?

“Go ask your second in command,” Rocco directed with a wave. “She’ll tell you whatever you want to hear, I’m sure.”

“I don’t like the sounds of this. The last thing I need are my two most valuable crew members at logger heads with one another.”

Rocco just shrugged, “Talk to her about it. I just did my job. Numbered and documented, just like it’s supposed to be.”

“I intend to talk to her about it,” Mark said, in no uncertain terms. He turned and strode from the compound.

That do it for you? You can get The Beat Goes On here:

Happy reading! Carol

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

The Beat Goes On

Meet the author of The Beat Goes On. When you enjoy a book it is fun to know something of the author.

Tracy Krauss is a high school teacher by profession, and a prolific author, artist, playwright and director by choice. She received her Bachelor’s degree from the University of Saskatchewan and has gone on to teach Art, Drama and English – all the things she is passionate about. After raising four children, she and her husband now reside in beautiful Tumbler Ridge, BC where she continues to pursue all of her creative interests. 

You can find more about Tracy at or on her
blog: and

That should do it! Enjoy the read.

Blessings, Carol

Monday, March 12, 2012

Book Synopsis

Tracy Krauss is a member of the John 3:16 Marketing Network that I belong to--we help get the word out on each other's work. Here is a short SYNOPSIS of The Beat Goes On. If this looks like "your kind of book," do pop over to Amazon and pick up a copy. And then tell all your reading buddies!

An archeological team makes an unprecedented discovery while working on site in a remote part of Zimbabwe, Africa – Pterodactyl and human remains found together. Evidence leads back to an ancient race of super humans that pre-date legendary Noah’s flood – the Nephilim, a race of people born of the union between humans and ‘gods’ that led to the cataclysmic destruction of the early world.

And the Beat Goes On is the story of Dr. Mark Graham, world renowned archeologist, who is now faced with the dilemma of presenting these controversial findings to the world. Not only does the discovery rock Mark’s own beliefs about the origins of the universe, but he must grapple with his own credibility as a scientist.  Is he willing to sacrifice it all in order to present the truth? And just how far will his opposition go to keep him from doing so? He soon finds himself in a dangerous web of cover up and conspiracy that leads to arrest, kidnapping, and ultimately murder.

Mark’s journey of discovery takes him from Africa to North America and back again. During his search he unexpectedly discovers more about himself than he had bargained for. He is introduced to his biological mother, the woman who abandoned him as an infant, and the siblings he had never met. He also falls unexpectedly in love with the girl next door. During it all, he learns about betrayal and trust and discovers who his true friends really are.

And the Beat Goes On is a sequel to another novel, Play It Again, the story of Mark’s parents, Russ and Deanie Graham. However, the novel stands quite firmly on its own two feet.
Feel free to make comments and leave a review with Amazon. If something in particular piques your talk button we can also run a discussion here. After all, I studied anthropology in my former life! I'd love to hear what it stirs up in you. Blessings, Carol

Friday, March 9, 2012

John 3:16 Giveaway Blog Hop

 I belong to a fantastic network of authors: the John 3:16 Marketing Network who are banding together May 7th to May 14th for a great Giveaway Blog Hop. Readers will have the opportunity to “hop” from one author’s blog to another signing up at each blog for a chance to win some amazing prizes.

Every John 3:16 member is offering something different on their blogs so readers have a chance to win books, e-gifts, gift cards and more!

But that’s not all!

The John 3:16 Marketing Network is going to give away a Kindle to one lucky reader too!
I will be posting more details in April and then get ready for the

John 3:16 Marketing Network’s Giveaway Blog Hop

- May 7th to 14th -

It’s going to be amazing!

I hope you will stop by and leave a comment during May 7-14 and then do the facebook/twitter thing about the blog hop. Those who leave comments on my blog will be entered for a drawing to receive a free copy of my book Highly Sensitive. Winners will be announced on the John 3:16 blog and will receive their gifts from the individual authors on whose sites they make comments! Authors will put all the names in a pot for The GRAND PRIZE of a Kindle which will awarded by the John 3:16 Marketing Network. So if you sign up on every blog, you would have 40-50 chances to win the Kindle!! Woo hoo! We will keep you posted!

Blessing, Carol

Friday, March 2, 2012

God thoughts #6

I realize that I am out of sync with the order of things in the Sermon On The Mount! But, I wanted to share an interaction with the LORD in regard to being the light of the world. When writing the book Highly Sensitive I had occasion to refer to that Scripture. It reads, "You are the light of the world. A city set on a hill cannot be hidden." Matt. 5:14 Just thinking about producing that much light was overwhelming to me, so I asked Him if He could come up with something that was not so daunting, that didn't carry so much responsibility with it. A brief pause ensued.

"Okay," the Lord continued, "how about you be My porch light that I leave on so that people in darkness can find their way home?" That felt so much better to me; that was my size. I could do that and gladly. There was a sense of coziness, appropriateness to it. I didn't hear anything more about it for some time.

Several months passed and then the Lord began to point me toward writing a business plan. I was a bit skeptical--I had no intention of having a business. What would I do with a business plan? He reminded me that Dave Gibbs, the accountant for the business my husband works for, The Healing Tree, rather pointedly refers to my books as a business. It sort of makes me uncomfortable. I'm a writer not a business person...but the Lord persisted so, "okay, if You think so..."

I was well into the plan when I realized one day that the Lord was sitting in front of me as I was working with laptop in hand. He was just sitting there delighted with me working on this project simply because He wanted me to. I looked up and grinned at the spot where I "knew" He was sitting, and said, "I am glad you are enjoying this!" I felt His grin become broader. I grinned back, shook my head and kept on working. He allowed me to work for a while and then interjected again, "Ummm, would it be okay with you if I changed the bulb in my porch light?"

     "Sure, I don't mind," I replied.

      "Well, what would you think if I changed it to a flood light?" At that point I threw my head back and laughed out loud. Me, for whom a 100 watt porch light felt just about right--He was going to transform me into a floodlight? That was funny!

      "Lord, You can change Your light any way You want!" I mean...He is the King of the Universe. And He is asking my permission? Would I mind? He may be the King of the Universe, but He is also my heavenly Father and as a loving father He does not want to dishonor or run roughshod over any of His children. He is so wonderfully courteous. I really do love Him. And I would encourage all who read this to dive into your relationship with Jesus--a relationship with Him is more than worth it! By chance if someone is reading this and does not know how to relate to Him, feel free to contact me through my website: