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The Gift of Offering I do not vanish when I give, I bloom. Like a candle lighting others, my flame grows warmer, my shadows gentler. I offer not to be emptied, but to be filled with the quiet joy of connection, a hand held, a heart heard, a soul seen. Each kindness is a ripple in the great unfolding, a thread woven into the tapestry of morning light and midnight shadow. I serve with grace, not to be praised, but to be part of the rhythm that heals us all. And in that rhythm, I remember: I am whole. I am needed. I am love, in motion. Rivers in the Ocean ❤ (fb)