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SummaryI still remember the dust flying as I tried to close that door…and the next thing I knew, my car was halfway through someone’s living room! 😳 From paying my own rent to being forced into a tiny servant quarter, I found myself plucking and slashing coffee plants under a scorching sun, surrounded by slum workers who barely scraped by. β˜•οΈπŸ’” Yet even amid those long days of cracking coffee and whispers of witchcraft in the shamba, I clung to faithβ€”because God’s promises can arise from the dust of any crash. πŸ™ŒπŸ»

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