There are seasons in life that feel beautifully unfinished. The kind where your heart is stirring with dreams and prayers and quiet hopes, yet nothing seems fully formed. Doors crack open, only to remain half shut. Plans begin to bloom, then pause in the stillness. You feel movement beneath the surface, but you cannot yet see the road ahead clearly enough to name where it leads. And perhaps that is the hardest part of all. Not the waiting itself, but the not knowing. There is

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I traveled to Virginia around a year ago to visit family and, when she found out that I had even the slightest interest in coffee, my...

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