I used to wonder why Paul calls hardships “light and momentary.” Years of affliction opened my eyes to his insight.
Joni Eareckson Tada
“File this, Francie, and make copies of this letter, would you,” I said to my secretary without looking up from my desk. “And,” I sighed, “would you please pull out the sofa bed one more time?”
“Are you serious? Again?”
“Again,” I said. For ...