Explains exactly how I feel

Isn't religion so funny in this way? So I have had the equivalent of a bad day ,but of course He comes in and makes it all better.
¹ I call on the LORD in my distress, 
   and he answers me. 
² Save me, LORD, 
   from lying lips 
   and from deceitful tongues.

When you come back down - Nickel Creek

You got to leave me now , you got to go alone

You got to chase a dream ,one that's all your own

Before it slips away

When you're flying high,take my heart along 

I'll be the harmony to every lonely song 

That you learn to play 

Trapped but freed

Deadlines, lectures,fears abundant.
Bad dreams,long nights ,and thoughts oh so redundant.
Expectations, and Implications for all ages.
Many fears, some times a tear,
Oh how hard can life be year after year.
The age old questions of life and its meaning pass through my mind
Like who is watching over the stars, the sun,and the moon in the sky.
But then I remember with a smile on my face.
Their  is a being with  grace in His heart and ruling over my fate.
 He watches over me from way up above.
From his thrown high in heaven with joy and much love.

Sit back ,and enjoy

This is a band I saw this past summer that opened up for Mumford & Sons in Asheville NC. They are fantastic.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gCiwFr1w1Dw&feature=related

Natures Awakening, Sounds of the Farm.

Early morning the sun rises slow.

The ducks are flying fast through the gently falling snow

The rooster crows from the yard nearby

A covey of mourning doves take their early mornings flight

These are the sounds of natures awakening, at the farm. 

The smell of the old gas stove in the corner of the house ,and the distant sounds of Carolina's jazz playing an old Armstrong song.The sweet smell of coffee brewing by the back door. The grunt of the old man shuffling down the hallway preparing for his day. The rumble of the tractor,or the pitching of hay. This is a hallowed ,and spiritual place.

The Crucifixion

The Crucifixion

The crowd’s spits and yells as you walk by.

You hang your head down and begin to cry.

The people you have made have turned against you.

Little do they know that they are tragically being blessed by you.

You walk up the hill rocks cutting your feet, a single raindrop runs down your cheek.

You reach the top and bow your head.

The wine is your blood, the body is the bread.

You slowly rise up and cry out in pain.

Atop of your cross reads “King of the Jews” in a wooden frame.

Simple Forms of Beauty and Adventure

Yvon Chouinard, founder of Patagonia clothing once said. " The word adventure has been overused. To me adventure is when everything goes wrong.That is truly when the adventure begins." I often find myself daydreaming of trips to foreign and exotic places when I'm older. I even compiled a list of places I wanted to visit when I am older.  I yearned to have a "mountaintop experience". I wanted my breath to be taken away by something beautiful. Why? I have learned now that you can find beauty,and adventure in the simplest of things. You don't have to travel halfway across the country to find them. The sunrise over a field at the farm, a drive through Davidson at Christmastime, Sitting with friends playing a favorite song. Those are truly the "mountaintop experiences".  Hitchhiking after a day of being lost on a trip,searching for a friends deer with coyotes howling in the distance.Those are true adventures. Take delight in what you do now.Don't waste your time planning your future adventures when you can be having one now.