Happy New Year From Feet Of Grace Foundation

Every step forward is a victory. Here’s to a year of possibilities
Together, we can create a world where every step counts and every life thrives.

Every step forward is a victory. Here’s to a year of possibilities
Together, we can create a world where every step counts and every life thrives.

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It has been a very long time since I shared this space with you. Please accept my apologies for the long absence. It was needful for me to take some time off to focus on the long-drawn-out assignment of finishing my Book; Grace In The Storm. The journey has been long and tortuous, just like…

Grace on the move. Grace in motion. Engraced. These are the new “names” given to me by my husband, my brothers, and a dear Sista. I hope my niece, Gracie, would not mind me sharing her name. Any of them could have been the title for today’s blog post. But I chose “I Got To…

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“Give me a glass of water, please,” I said to my first son with eyes fixed on the screen of the laptop and fingers relentless on the keyboard. I heard him shift his 80kg, 1.70m frame up from the carpet he laid on behind me. “Who took my slippers?” he demanded. I paused for a…