Eleanor Grace
Stories, reflections, faith, and grit from Eleanor Grace—raw, real, and still growing.
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My Smile Is Quite the Accessory
So, I’d have to say…the oldest thing I’m wearing today is my smile—wide, wouldn’t you say? She shows up first, knowing her place.Before my feet find the floor, before the mirror judges, before I pick who I’ll be today.She’s the… Continue reading
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The Road That Flirted First
We were about thirty miles past nowhere. I was just minding my own business, sitting in the passenger seat like a proper wife— translation: eating snacks and offering unsolicited navigation advice— when I saw it. The Road. Not just a… Continue reading
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Before My Feet Hit the Floor
Today began like a soft morning hymn—no rush, no alarm. Just me, stepping into the light of a second chance. That’s the first thing that brings me happiness every single day: the chance to try again. Maybe I missed a… Continue reading
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