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The nights I remember most weren't filled with triumph, but with silent worry when the clock crept past two in the morning. Years ago, our kitchen table in Florissant became my makeshift altar - papers spread out, head bowed beneath the weight of uncertainty. Like so many, I knew what it felt like for fear to leak into prayer - or for shame over yesterday's failures to sap the strength you need today. Those seasons don't announce themselves. They sneak up through job loss, st