
When Life Feels Like a Dance You Didn’t Choreograph
One moment, I was organizing my thoughts for ministry.
The next, I was battling nasal congestion from a flu relapse.
Then, in the middle of the night, my 7-year-old’s piercing screams jolted me awake—she had fallen off the bed.
By morning, I was nursing her bruises with Kiddy-Panadol while trying to keep my own head clear enough for a client discovery session.
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