The sun shines brightly as it Cascades down. The birds sing sweetly and gentle breezes blow around. I sit in a dark room finding no joy within these things. While many others take pleasure in such wonderful things, I miss the grey skies and the rain. On rainy days all things seem equal. On rainy days I don't feel so alone. On rainy days I can walk outside and see the world as I feel inside. So while others the delight in the sunshine. I will sit and wait until it passes by, and I will miss the rainy days until they come and make me whole again.

Twitter Snapchat Instagram Pinterest Facebook and emails full span. Social media belongs to the left of right-wing opinions it is bereft. If you speak about Jesus, if you say that liberal protests are filled with hate. Then you're called a fascist and your accounts they will delete. So if you're on social media, be wary of the Trap. Being a conservative is not where it's at.

People leave their war torn country in search of a better life. Like Locust they migrate from there to here. Under the shadow of laws that are meant to keep order, yet are ignored in the name of profit. Many are innocent, but some are vile. Discerning between sometimes takes a while. Once the people have been sifted in and put in their little box, then it is back from where you came or into a cell with you. All hope is dashed for a while, until someone with more reason comes along. Then the cycle begins again, the shadow of the law is ignored for a while and a perpetual cycle revolves with no clear answer to the question of what exactly is right?

When the sea rages and the night wind blows oh so cold. The master waits for you to come and call. On the water he walked to meet his disciples. In the hold of the ship he lay fast asleep. When they feared they would perish, their souls he did keep. He spoke to the wind and the raging storm. Then the sun did shine and there was a great calm. No matter what you are going through or how the tempest tosses you to and froe. Know that he is there in the storm with you.

Iron and Steel rust and buckle. Stone weathers and is worn away. Mountains crack and crumble into pebbles in a stream. Yet a single strand of hope is stronger than them all. While time can diminish many durable things, it has no affect on hope. Where hope exist in the smallest thread, it can be stronger than all of these and so much more. Hope binds people together and gives a reason to go on. It is a solid foundation that does not weather and can withstand the fiercest storm. So when all other things are faded, hope is a strong thread that can ever remain.

Tepid is the soul that has no adventure. Languishing is the life that knows no love. Empty is the person who cannot find a passion. Dark is the life that will not let another person in. People need not  be hateful to express their desires and beliefs. When a person has no grit about them, life is just bland and you just exist. So take not the easy path, but challenge yourself each and every day. For if salt has no savor, then what good is it anyway?