Pain and suffering abound in a world filled with strife. Children go hungry and disease ravages whole countries. All seems hopeless and lost, and yet we are told that we should,praise God? Why should we praise him and who is this God that will let people suffer so? Perhaps it is because we have tried everything but calling on him, that when all else has failed us that now more than ever we need to give our praises to God.

People flee from Venezuela and poison gas is used to make new political alliances in Syria. Were the old dictators so bad? The world has become an unbridled mess, this I must confess. I really can't stand to watch the news anymore. There is little positive news, I think we should just sing the Blues. Then perhaps we would all feel better about ourselves. One group wants to help billionaires and the other says they care as they open up our borders and loot your bank account. Was it those on the left or the ones on the right, I think it changes over night. Now who the hell cares anyway. I am not sure how much longer I may be around, as much as I try to keep my feet on the ground, the Earth keeps shifting beneath my feet. So I will keep trying to turn my smile into a frown, for I have no more words to expound except to ask why the world is upside down?

Bouquets of colors abound as the little pills that I swallowed down take hold of my keyboard. The words flow like an ebbing tide, they drift far and wide. My imagination flows like a river as I see the pretty colors of the ever expanding rainbow. My emotions are cleared away as I write about a rainy day or speak of a Unicorn that I just met. Who knew it could be this exciting when I let the pills do the writing instead of the dreary person who used to be me.

In the Bible the stories are told in the New Testament and the old. How God gave many gifts, but especially to women did he give. For tempting her husband God gave woman sorrow in a childbirth that holds our tomorrows. In her physical Frailty God gave woman cunning and skill. These gifts have come to serve her well. While  men are boisterous, a woman will quietly wait and thoughtfully contemplate with wisdom what she has to say. Though many men profess to be a breadwinner, it's the woman who Kneads the dough and prepares the dinner. When it comes to the man touting his male heir it's the woman that rocked the Cradle and raised the son with care. So the next time you read God's book, be sure you take a closer look. Perhaps then you will see it clear, God put a lot of gifts to women in there.

A broken heart and cross stained with tears. Worn out sandals covered in dust. A day when Gods heart burst. The ultimate gift of love, a perfect sacrifice sent from above. Christ was Gods valentine to all of us. When the messiah cried it is done, we revived greatest gift, his only begotten son.

If I could pull together all of the moments of my life. I would pick out the best ones and put them together. I would see how I fell in love with my wife and watch children grow and love. I would celebrate birthdays every day and walk only into the good times. There would be no sorrow, only joy. If I could live a dream this is how it would be.