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God has entrusted each of us with a garden — a place where His gifts can grow and bear fruit. For me, that garden has been writing: years of journaling, gathering stories, learning from critique, and opening old wounds so others might find healing. Last week, one of those long‑tended seeds bloomed as Finding Father was published. My prayer is simple: that God will place it into the hands of hurting hearts and use its pages to whisper hope. Whatever your garden looks like, may you tend it faithfully and offer its fruit back to Him.