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Reflections Along My Journey When I look back over my life, purpose never came to me wrapped in a clean storyline or a grand announcement from above. It arrived through cracks, through pain, and through circumstances I didn’t want or choose. Purpose looked like survival long before it looked like a calling. It looked like getting out of bed the morning after trauma. It looked like learning to breathe again when grief swallowed me whole. It looked like choosing hope in the mid

We talk a lot about purpose like it’s some hidden treasure buried deep in a forest. I don't know about you, but I act like God is out there dangling clues just out of reach, waiting until I'm finally “enough” to figure it out. But here’s what I’ve learned on this ragamuffin road of mine. The perfect moment does not exist, but today does. And tomorrow. And the day after that. Life doesn’t pause for us to catch our breath, let alone gather every piece of courage we wish we had.