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I’ve been thinking a lot lately about what faith really means. Not the version wrapped in rules or ritual, but the kind that grows quietly inside you. The kind you don’t always have words for, but you feel it. It shows up in how you love. In how you choose kindness. In the way you
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I was about four years old when one of my earliest memories unfolded—a simple, magical day in St. Louis. It was sunny, and my mom and I set out for a walk, just the two of us, in search of ice cream. Every step felt like an adventure. I remember the rhythm of our footsteps
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Dear Future Family, Today is March 1, 2025. When I was a boy, my grandmother would say March came in like a lion or a lamb. Her voice was warm, steady, the kind that made you believe whatever she said. I’d sit by her closely, listening to the wind howl outside, never imagining I’d one
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Faith. It’s a word that’s followed me like a shadow, shifting shape depending on the light I cast on it. For years, I’ve turned it over in my mind, trying to grasp its edges, only to find it slipping through my fingers like smoke. Merriam-Webster offers definitions—”strong conviction,” “complete trust,” “belief in God,” “firm belief
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I used to believe I could change the world. There was a time when I carried that conviction like a torch, its flame burning so brightly it lit up every corner of my soul. I was sure of it—so sure—that through kindness and understanding, through love and compassion, I could make a difference. I believed
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Lately, I’ve been diving deep into the world of sound and how it affects us on a personal and even energetic level. This journey started when I was feeling completely overwhelmed – stress, grief from losing my dad, and the worry of my mom’s health were all taking a toll. Then I stumbled upon these
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When I woke up this morning, I was all set and ready to tackle whatever needed to be done. I’ve been around long enough to know that life requires us to be adaptable, always prepared to switch gears when necessary. The biggest hurdle we often face is our own resistance, but hey, we’ve never backed
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