There are so many pieces of my Pure Barre story that no one knows, even though I feel like I’ve shared so many of them in this online space. Yes, my story is unusual, just as any good story is, but there have been so many moments that are undeniably God and irrevocably good, even when they seemed confusing as all get out while they were happening. Every year on March 7, I’m reminded of one of those moments. Well, three, to be exact. March 7 is the day that reminds me how seeds get planted and what they can turn into.

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