Three sudden drops and a sharp tilt through a low-pressure pocket left fear written all over my face. I thought the fear wasn’t mine… but up there in the turbulence, I saw something deeper: The fear of being worthy of God, of the Source. As I draw closer to my Creator, the question rises— Have I truly done justice to this gift of incarnation? Maybe the real turbulence isn’t in the skies, but in the heart that trembles when it remembers how sacred this life truly is. 🌿 ✨ Have