These Are The Rantings Of A Disgruntled Youth.

Peace like a river How can peace like a river Flow to the depths of the sea? Flow to the depths of me? I need peace like a river To flow to the depths of the sea. To flow to the depths of me. I found peace, Peace like a river. It flows to the depths of the sea. It flows to the depths of me God is peace, Peace like a river. He flows to the depths of the sea. He flows to the depths of me. I found peace, He flows to the depths of me.

I get off work late at night and I can't seem to settle down for bed right away. So I climb on top of my car and stare up at the stars, carefully listening to the sound of the wind. I love the peace that surrounds my house in the stillness of that time of night. Love to breath in the crisp cool air of night and the losing battle of trying not to think or just trying not to think on things that get you all worked up. I have never been good at just existing. I can't seem to turn off the computer in my head until there is nothing left. When I'm stressed to the point of tears I just let the wind kick up and dry them. It leaves me the feeling as if God is wiping away my tears just as He promised He would! I'm a very lucky girl! I couldn't have gotten a better father then the Father that I have. Some times at the end of a work week the most wonderful thing in the world is to escape away to a world of physical exertion. One where even if you have the opportunity to think

I'm not sure how it happened. I never wanted to climb the corporate ladder. It seems as if one day I awoke to find that I was carrying a soft leather brief case to work, sporting an ipod on my hip, and wondered how I got here. I have always carefully chosen jobs that were not steady. I was a waitress and good at it. I choose a position where I could have freedom in my schedule and take off at will. I am a traveler at heart, you see. I suppose that one day my wallet became incensed at it's miss treatment and began to protest at rather loud volumes. So it was that I sold my freedom for a bit of security in a steady paycheck. I must have forgotten my valued quote from good old Ben: "They that can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety. " -Ben Franklin Now the trick is to gain freedom, which is ever so illusive, even when you are severed from your "Thy rope of sands, Which petty thoughts have made, and made to

Feet. My feet are itching to walk. And not just walk but hike and backpack. These are things that I have loved for a long time and yet in all the rat race that is the City Life I have trampled on these desires for a long time. Going and seeing Colorado broke open something inside of me and now the yearning for something else has come alive, full of promise. I'm going to hike on Friday and yet it doesn't seem enough to go and hike at the local lake trail... I want to put in a good 15 or 20 mile hike and then camp leaving more walking out before you, more to anticipate. It's funny how when you stay in a place for too long how you achieve such a false sense of security as well as a fear of what is out there. The longer you stay put the greater the fear. Some times an all consuming and rarely rational (even when based on rational reasoning, the fear remains out of proportion.) fear that is crippling. I don't feel much of that fear and yet I still feel crippled, confined. Th

I have experienced more suffering than I am able or willing to share and at times I wonder what the purpose is to so much pain... Wonder how people are able to hate so much and hurt so much. I never cease to be amazed at the horrors that mankind devise when I know so many good people. It seems as if the persentage of evil people out there is small. Is it simply that those who are hurtful are so many or that they are so vile, or both that accounts for so much horror in the world? I have come to understand that my suffering is because of who I will become. Great suffering leads to great compassion. One day we will run free. Unfettered.

The Beautiful Colorado. I can't quite conceive of how I managed to drag myself away from here.

Colorado holds so much more presence than I had thought. I didn't not want to leave and I lingered in those snow capped peaks for as long as I could. I would move there if only I could conceive of meeting the cost of living. It is an experience that can change you if you let it. What awesome breathtaking majesty! Now I know why the bible says "to the hills I lift my eyes" I lived in California and have seen the sierra Nevada, but this was something more.

Have you ever noticed how much credit we give to good writers. You could call them storytellers and you could call them manipulators. Both words fit, and still they are more... Most easily attribute wisdom to people because of how they present information, analyzing the presentation and ignoring the content. People have always been susceptible to grandiose speeches, from Alexander the Great, to Winston Churchill and Adolph Hitler. people are so driven by their emotions that if you can tap into them you can change people's beliefs. The problem is they will continue to change like the direction of the wind, easily believing in the next New Truth just as easily as the Last. Not everyone, just the ones who are over ruled by emotion. A fine line exists between people who are guided by their emotions and people who simply let the emotions sweep over them overruling sense. Lastly their are the people who lack emotion, if people you can call them. And still it seems that a person devoid