I didn’t set out to write a book. This started as something personal — a story with weight, memory, and meaning behind it.
I was sixteen years old. And somewhere in those earlier years, I began learning that happiness and gratitude are choices worth protecting.
There’s a question I’ve wrestled with more times than I can count. Some thoughts that sit at the intersection of faith, identity, and calling.
Let’s start with something simple. What does “thank you” mean when it is more than politeness and becomes a way of seeing people?