As we stepped up to the school entrance, a warm, welcoming smile awaited us. “Hi, how are you doing?” I.

Every tear shed, every gentle thought, every prayer and message you offered was seen and cherished by the Lord! Thank.

With quiet curiosity, I traced her every movement from the corner of my eye as she gently nudged the door.

A few years back, while lost in my personal study, a verse leapt off the page at me. I read.

Clutching the railing, I dragged myself up the stairs. Every step home felt like a mountain, my body still heavy.

Mummy, am I growing every day? Yes, you are! But why do you ask? I found myself curious about what.

Her words crashed into me, sharp and unforgiving: ‘You are nobody, and nobody knows you’. My hand froze around the.

She listened patiently on the other end of the line while I poured out my worries. As our conversation wrapped.