My mind is running 500MPH in a dozen different directions. The past week, I have been quite productive. It appears I have a bit more...

"The weary soul, burdened and broken, lifts its cry to the heavens. In the darkness, it remembers the promise: 'Come to me, all you who...

I imagine it was cold that night, so cold that it hurts your bones and makes you feel physically ill. Obviously, we don't know the exact...