There was a time in my life when control was my safety net. If I could plan it, predict it, or manage it, then I believed I could protect myself and the people I loved. Faith felt intangible something I couldn’t measure or touch. But over time, life kept nudging me toward something deeper. Intuition. Knowing. God. Energy. Whatever name you give it, it’s that quiet whisper that says trust me when every part of you wants to grip tighter. For me, intuition wasn’t born in a single lightning bolt ...
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There was a time in my life when control was my safety net. If I could plan it, predict it, or manage it, then I believed I could protect myself and the people I loved. Faith felt intangible something I couldn’t measure or touch. But over time, life kept nudging me toward something deeper. Intuition. Knowing. God. Energy. Whatever name you give it, it’s that quiet whisper that says trust me when every part of you wants to grip tighter. For me, intuition wasn’t born in a single lightning bolt ...
This week on The Courage Coalition, I sat with Gena Floro—a former foster youth whose story cracked my heart open and stitched it back together with hope. Between ages eight and eighteen, Gena was placed in 32 homes and attended 17 schools. Those aren’t just numbers; they’re 32 sets of rules, 32 beds, 32 times of being reminded she didn’t get to belong. In care, even simple choices ear piercing, playing a sport, cutting your hair required permission. “I learned I wasn’t a person, I was a plac...
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There was a time in my life when control was my safety net. If I could plan it, predict it, or manage it, then I believed I could protect myself and the people I loved. Faith felt intangible something I couldn’t measure or touch. But over time, life kept nudging me toward something deeper. Intuition. Knowing. God. Energy. Whatever name you give it, it’s that quiet whisper that says trust me when every part of you wants to grip tighter. For me, intuition wasn’t born in a single lightning bolt ...
