Truth is that life isn't fair. While some people seem to have it easy and never have a care, others suffer indignity and must go through great pain. No two people have it the same. They say money cannot buy you love, but if you gave me a billion dollars I am sure I could find some. The world is a fickle place, the haves and the have nots define the human race. Some people are born in a first world and some in a third, but many still live in the same ****, just by a different name, but poverty is poverty and little seems to change. Empires rise and kingdoms fall, while the poor and hungry remain. The rich and powerful build castles on high mountains or buildings that reach the sky, in hopes of not seeing what lays in the streets below. In all things death is the only equalizer, but in that there too seems to be disparity, depending on which religion you subscribe to as your reality.

On Hallmark they come little love stories so sweet, so full of syrup that they will make you sick. Designer ****** mysteries that she baked, Aurora and her Tea garden oh so fake. Things written for bored housewives, neatly fitting into a niche to be over oh so quick, but in real life the charterers would likely be divorced or dead, or perhaps on drugs to deal with the cliches that fill their head. The cupcake movies that people write as dribble and mundane, they make real life look like it is insane.

I walked by a garage just the other day. I saw a man in overalls working the day away. He had a Grey streak in his hair and grease on his face, but he turned and smiled as I walked on my way. I went to eat a meal at a diner beside the road, the waitress that served me looked like she was tired on her feet. I saw a picture on her name tag and I ask who it was, she said it is my young son who I really love. I pulled into a truck stop and saw a young man climbing into a semi-truck, he looked kind of tired but he started the engine up. He shifted the rig into gear and took off down the road. With a trailer in tow, he went to deliver another load. I have traveled all across this land, I have seen every kind of worker, people who make a living with their hands. People who work dead tired on their feet. People who have aching backs at the end of each and every day. I have yet to see them complain as I traveled on my way. We have grand tall buildings made of glass and steel, but these are not what makes America real. It is the average working person who scrapes and will sacrifice, to feed their families and build a better life. So the next time you see a banker a lawyer or a stock broker in a long black limousine, take a moment and wonder how they got the thing. For if it wasn't for the America that I saw, even with all of their money, they just might have to walk.

In a world gone mad I will sit on a hill. I will be a single candle in the night. When hope seems lost, I will help you find your way. When you are weighed down with burdens, I will give you a hand. When the storm rages all around I will be a beacon. When the road seems like it will never end, I will be a lamp along the way. I am only one soul, but sometimes one light is enough. When others see the light of hope in me, then perhaps their own light will shine. When we all join each of us a light, then we can dispel the darkness and shine brighter than the sun.

Some people believe in anything and some believe in nothing. Some hold somethings to be a sacred truth. For all of our failures and our expectations, we must understand that the world is not our friend. We ask why things are the way they are then we refuse to hear our fathers word. God is not complicated, God is not difficult, God simply wants us to obey his will. While people run around looking for answers, God has already given them all to us. So when we ask who God is, perhaps we should ask who we are?

The doors to stores are closed, the churches are silent. The streets are empty and for a moment we can breathe. Some people live in fear, but to others a revival has come around. Children are sitting at the table, and mama is cooking in the kitchen while they ask her questions. Dad has the family bible and reads the word of God to his family. Checkers and Scrabble have been dusted off and have replaced the internet. Books left on the shelf are opened and stories are read by all. We are forced to rediscover what technology has taken away. Home was once just a place to sleep and store your stuff, but now it is so much more. Families are learning that they can  be with each other and find happiness together. Things don't make you happy and distance doesn't make the heart grow fonder. Rediscovering home has become a new great adventure.

Water brought to a boil in a ceramic ***. A few tea bags into the boiling liquid. Spearmint, or Earl Grey, which ever you like. Green tea if you prefer but with a bit of a bitter after taste. Best served on a cold day, but suitable anytime when company happens by. A bit of honey for flavor or sugar if you must. Lemon if you choose, or Peppermint leaves for a little twist. A comfort to think of and to warm the soul. A conversation stater and a light refreshment with a scone. A versatile beverage if there ever was one.