Stand Up! It was time for lunch, but my fingers were feasting on the keyboard. The document I was doing had truly enchanted me. Lady Catherine’s grub would have to wait for later. Such is our sacred affliction as life members of the Melancholy Club.
Without the hope of Christ, doing life is like wooing a tune from a broken guitar! Hope brings out beautiful music amidst the brokenness we see all around. Now, those who know me well know that I am not a total disaster when it comes