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I’ve never appreciated living in my apartment more than I have over the past five months. The last time I was unemployed and waiting for a job breakthrough, I loathed my living situation. That apartment was tiny. The kitchen felt like a corridor, the environment was noisy and dusty, and the bathroom, combined with the…
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April was a hard month. I struggled deeply with waiting on God. It wasn’t the kind of waiting where you sit quietly and patiently, but the kind that feels like you’re sinking while begging for something to hold onto. I slipped often. I fell back into sin, blamed God, got angry with Him, avoided reading…
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Istanbul—what a city. It’s been a few weeks since I returned, and I still find myself thinking about it. From the moment I landed, I knew this was going to be a trip like no other. There’s something truly magical about Istanbul: a city that straddles two continents, blends ancient and modern, and offers an…
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I’ve always believed in the importance of loving what you do. For as long as I can remember, reading books has been a source of joy for me, starting when I was around eight years old. Fiction, in particular, captivated me—transporting me to exciting new worlds full of adventure. I devoured everything from the Sweet…





