Growing Through It: The banner we stand under

There’s a kind of peace that only comes through fire. This week, a message from my grandmother stopped me in my tracks. I read it slowly, carefully – twice – and then just sat with it. Her words weren’t just encouragement; they were a testimony. A reminder that strength doesn’t always roar, and faith doesn’t always shout from mountaintops. Sometimes it whispers through generations. Right now, I’m in Atlanta, preparing to watch my daughter undergo a bone marrow transplant. It’s a