Finding Peace

I went to church tonight. I went with a lot on my mind. My problems, my trials, and my tribulations. Then I heard about a man I used to work with whose baby had died today. Then I saw HIM at church. At that moment I knew what faith was. I also knew that the problems I had on my plate were NOTHING compared to his; and there he was in church thanking God for everything He had done for him. All I could do was shake his hand and give him a hug fora little bit of humanly comfort, but he appreciated it. I now know that no matter what I may be facing, there are others out there who are facing far worse situations of circumstance. I thank God for everything He has given me. Oh yeah, every word in the sermon seemed to play on my life tonight...def a weird feeling.

On to a little lighter note...I AM GOING TO GAULEY FEST. For the first time since graduation I am looking forward to something. My roots are on the river, I believe. I know no other feeling of calm and peace in the world like I get when it's just me and that 8 foot wall of water I'm heading straight at. (Yes I know you are not supposed to end a sentence with a preposition, fuck it.) I have often felt a calling you could say when I am paddling, but I put it in the back of my head and pursued my degrees. We shall see how I feel on Saturday. This weekend will be awesome. I have that feeling I get sometimes before I go on an "adventure" so I know this is going to be one amazing weekend. Camping, Drinking, Smoking, Bluegrass, and Whitewater rafting.

Heaven.

See ya next week.