{"id":21668,"date":"2026-02-24T04:21:46","date_gmt":"2026-02-24T04:21:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668"},"modified":"2026-02-24T04:21:46","modified_gmt":"2026-02-24T04:21:46","slug":"homeless-on-christmas-with-three-children-then-a-navy-seal-saw-what-everyone-else-ignored","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668","title":{"rendered":"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d"},"content":{"rendered":"
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
\n

The town square looked like a postcard\u2014white lights wrapped around bare branches, wreaths on every lamppost, carols leaking from a crackling speaker near the fountain.<\/p>\n

But Harper Crane couldn\u2019t feel any of it.<\/p>\n

She sat on a metal bench that burned through her coat like ice, her infant pressed against her chest beneath a blanket she\u2019d rescued from a donation bin two days ago. June and Marlo\u2014too small for this kind of night, too young to understand the kind of hunger that isn\u2019t just in your stomach\u2014leaned against her sides like sparrows huddling in a storm.<\/p>\n

\u201cMom,\u201d June whispered, trying to be brave. \u201cAre we\u2026 camping?\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper forced a smile that felt like it might break her face. \u201cYeah, sweetheart. Just for tonight. Like an adventure.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marlo\u2019s cheeks were red, her nose running. Harper tucked the scarf higher, tugging it gently as if warmth could be woven by pure will. She stared across the square at families stepping out of warm cars, arms full of wrapped gifts and paper bags that smelled like cinnamon and roast turkey.<\/p>\n

Eight months ago, she would\u2019ve been one of them.<\/p>\n

Eight months ago, Oliver was still alive.<\/p>\n

The hospital bills came first. Then the missed shifts when the babysitter quit. Then the job that \u201ccouldn\u2019t hold her spot.\u201d Then the eviction notice she read three times before it made any sense.<\/p>\n

Now it was Christmas night, and Harper\u2019s phone was dead, and her hands shook not from fear\u2014but from the steady, humiliating math of survival.<\/p>\n

She pulled the blanket tighter, staring into the snow-dusted dark.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust\u2026 please,\u201d she thought, not sure who she was talking to anymore. \u201cPlease let something change.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

PART 2<\/h2>\n

Calder Briggs rolled through town like a man passing through someone else\u2019s life.<\/p>\n

The engine hummed low, the heater blasting, his service dog Arrow sitting upright in the passenger seat\u2014calm eyes, steady breathing. Calder\u2019s fingers tightened around the steering wheel at every red light, every storefront glowing with warmth he wasn\u2019t sure he deserved.<\/p>\n

He had come back from overseas with a duffel bag, a stiff smile, and a silence that followed him like a shadow. Friends told him he should be grateful. He nodded. He tried. But some nights, gratitude felt like an empty word.<\/p>\n

Then Arrow\u2019s head turned.<\/p>\n

Not fast. Not barking. Just\u2026 noticing.<\/p>\n

Calder followed the dog\u2019s gaze and saw the bench near the fountain.<\/p>\n

A woman. Three kids. One so small it looked like it was fused to her body for warmth.<\/p>\n

For a second, Calder\u2019s mind did what it always did\u2014scan, assess, protect. The world sharpened into details: the thinness of the blanket, the little boots that didn\u2019t fit right, the way the woman\u2019s shoulders were curved inward like she was trying to become a wall.<\/p>\n

He should\u2019ve kept driving. He had reasons. He had scars. He had the practiced habit of not getting involved.<\/p>\n

But his hands moved before his thoughts could argue.<\/p>\n

The truck eased to the curb.<\/p>\n

Arrow whined softly.<\/p>\n

Calder stepped out, the cold biting through his jeans, and walked toward the bench slow\u2014careful not to spook her, like you approach a wounded animal.<\/p>\n

Harper lifted her head immediately, eyes wide, protective, terrified. Her arms tightened around the baby as if his presence alone might take her children away.<\/p>\n

Calder raised both hands, palms open. \u201cHey. I\u2019m not here to cause trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper\u2019s voice came out hoarse. \u201cWe\u2019re fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Calder looked at June\u2019s trembling hands. He looked at Marlo\u2019s wet face. He looked at the infant\u2019s tiny sock slipping off.<\/p>\n

He didn\u2019t pity them. He didn\u2019t stare<\/em>.<\/p>\n

He just said, gently, \u201cNo one with kids on a bench in this weather is fine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Silence hung between them, filled only by the distant carols and the soft jingle of lights in the wind.<\/p>\n

Calder crouched, keeping his voice low. \u201cMy name\u2019s Calder. This is Arrow.\u201d He nodded to the dog, who sat calmly, tail thumping once.<\/p>\n

June stared. \u201cIs he\u2026 a police dog?\u201d<\/p>\n

Calder almost smiled. \u201cHe\u2019s a good dog.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper swallowed. \u201cWe don\u2019t want\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m not offering charity,\u201d Calder interrupted softly, like he\u2019d thought about the right words for a long time. \u201cI\u2019m offering warmth. Just tonight. No strings. No questions you don\u2019t want to answer.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper\u2019s eyes shone with something dangerous\u2014hope. The kind that hurts when it\u2019s been missing too long.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy?\u201d she whispered.<\/p>\n

Calder exhaled, breath turning to fog. \u201cBecause I know what it looks like when someone\u2019s drowning quietly.\u201d<\/p>\n

Arrow leaned forward and nudged Harper\u2019s knee with his nose, gentle as a promise.<\/p>\n

Harper\u2019s shoulders collapsed. Not dramatically\u2014just\u2026 the way a person finally stops pretending.<\/p>\n

Calder stood and nodded toward the truck. \u201cLet\u2019s get you out of the cold.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n

PART 3<\/h2>\n

That first night was simple.<\/p>\n

Heat. Soup. A clean blanket.<\/p>\n

Calder didn\u2019t make speeches. He didn\u2019t demand gratitude. He didn\u2019t ask Harper to explain every bad decision the world assumed she\u2019d made.<\/p>\n

He set up the couch. He gave June and Marlo a place to sleep where their shivers didn\u2019t echo. He warmed bottles for the baby without acting like it was heroic.<\/p>\n

And when Harper finally dozed off at the kitchen table, her forehead pressed to her folded arms, Calder covered her shoulders with his spare hoodie\u2014quietly, like he was afraid kindness might break if he spoke too loudly.<\/p>\n

The next weeks were not magic. They were work.<\/p>\n

Calder noticed the little things first: the boots that pinched, the cracked soles, the way June walked carefully like stepping wrong would cost her something. He fixed what he could\u2014glue, stitching, better socks. He drove them to a small clinic when the baby\u2019s cough wouldn\u2019t stop. He sat in the waiting room with Arrow and didn\u2019t let Harper feel alone.<\/p>\n

Then came the harder fixes.<\/p>\n

A job lead. A manager who owed Calder a favor. A steady schedule that didn\u2019t punish Harper for being a mother.<\/p>\n

Harper tried to resist help at every turn\u2014not because she didn\u2019t want it, but because she didn\u2019t trust the world not to snatch it away.<\/p>\n

But Calder was consistent in the way safety always is: not loud, not dramatic\u2014just there.<\/p>\n

Some nights, when the kids were asleep, Harper would find Calder on the porch, staring into the dark like it was a memory.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou okay?\u201d she asked once.<\/p>\n

Calder\u2019s jaw flexed. \u201cYeah.\u201d Then, after a long pause: \u201cNo. But\u2026 I\u2019m learning.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper sat beside him, wrapping her arms around herself. \u201cI used to think grief was\u2026 a moment. Like a storm that passes.\u201d<\/p>\n

Calder nodded, eyes fixed on nothing. \u201cIt\u2019s more like an ocean. Some days you stand. Some days it knocks you flat.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper\u2019s voice trembled. \u201cYou saved us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Calder turned toward her, expression serious. \u201cNo. I stopped. That\u2019s all. You did the surviving.\u201d<\/p>\n

Harper looked down at her hands\u2014chapped, worn, still shaking sometimes. \u201cI don\u2019t know how to repay you.\u201d<\/p>\n

Calder shook his head. \u201cDon\u2019t repay me. Just\u2026 stay.\u201d<\/p>\n

And somehow, that was the most terrifying thing of all\u2014being asked to stay in a world where everything had left.<\/p>\n

\n

By spring, the town looked different.<\/p>\n

Not because the buildings changed. Not because pain vanished.<\/p>\n

But because Harper\u2019s children laughed again without checking the room first.<\/p>\n

June raced across Calder\u2019s yard with Marlo squealing behind her, both of them chasing Arrow as he zigzagged through the grass like a living celebration. The baby\u2014bigger now, healthier\u2014kicked his feet in Harper\u2019s lap on the porch swing.<\/p>\n

Harper watched, sunlight on her face, and felt something unfamiliar settle into her chest.<\/p>\n

Safety.<\/p>\n

Not perfect. Not permanent. But real enough to breathe.<\/p>\n

Calder stepped outside with two mugs of coffee, placing one beside her without asking. He didn\u2019t touch her hand. He didn\u2019t rush.<\/p>\n

He just sat down.<\/p>\n

And in the quiet space between them\u2014filled with dog paws thudding on grass and children\u2019s laughter\u2014Harper realized the miracle wasn\u2019t fireworks or angels or sudden riches.<\/p>\n

It was a man who stopped his truck in the snow.<\/p>\n

It was help offered without shame.<\/p>\n

It was healing that arrived slowly, like spring itself\u2014patient, stubborn, unstoppable.<\/p>\n

Harper looked at Calder, and for the first time in months, she let herself believe:<\/p>\n

Some love doesn\u2019t arrive loudly.<\/p>\n

Some love arrives like warmth.<\/p>\n

And once it finds you, it doesn\u2019t let go.<\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

<\/div>\n
\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/article>\n<\/div>\n
<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The town square looked like a postcard\u2014white lights wrapped around bare branches, wreaths on every lamppost, carols leaking from a crackling speaker near the fountain. But Harper Crane couldn\u2019t feel any of it. She sat on a metal bench that burned through her coat like ice, her infant pressed against her chest beneath a blanket […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":6,"featured_media":21669,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21668","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","category-purpose"],"yoast_head":"\n\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d - Purposeful Days<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d - Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"The town square looked like a postcard\u2014white lights wrapped around bare branches, wreaths on every lamppost, carols leaking from a crackling speaker near the fountain. But Harper Crane couldn\u2019t feel any of it. She sat on a metal bench that burned through her coat like ice, her infant pressed against her chest beneath a blanket […]\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:url\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:site_name\" content=\"Purposeful Days\" \/>\n<meta property=\"article:published_time\" content=\"2026-02-24T04:21:46+00:00\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:image\" content=\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:width\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:height\" content=\"1000\" \/>\n\t<meta property=\"og:image:type\" content=\"image\/jpeg\" \/>\n<meta name=\"author\" content=\"Living Living\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:card\" content=\"summary_large_image\" \/>\n<meta name=\"twitter:label1\" content=\"Written by\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data1\" content=\"Living Living\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:label2\" content=\"Est. reading time\" \/>\n\t<meta name=\"twitter:data2\" content=\"7 minutes\" \/>\n<script type=\"application\/ld+json\" class=\"yoast-schema-graph\">{\"@context\":\"https:\/\/schema.org\",\"@graph\":[{\"@type\":\"WebPage\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668\",\"name\":\"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d - Purposeful Days\",\"isPartOf\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\"},\"primaryImageOfPage\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#primaryimage\"},\"image\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#primaryimage\"},\"thumbnailUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg\",\"datePublished\":\"2026-02-24T04:21:46+00:00\",\"author\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9\"},\"breadcrumb\":{\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#breadcrumb\"},\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"ReadAction\",\"target\":[\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668\"]}]},{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#primaryimage\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg\",\"width\":1000,\"height\":1000},{\"@type\":\"BreadcrumbList\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#breadcrumb\",\"itemListElement\":[{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":1,\"name\":\"Home\",\"item\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\"},{\"@type\":\"ListItem\",\"position\":2,\"name\":\"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d\"}]},{\"@type\":\"WebSite\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/\",\"name\":\"Purposeful Days\",\"description\":\"\",\"potentialAction\":[{\"@type\":\"SearchAction\",\"target\":{\"@type\":\"EntryPoint\",\"urlTemplate\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}\"},\"query-input\":{\"@type\":\"PropertyValueSpecification\",\"valueRequired\":true,\"valueName\":\"search_term_string\"}}],\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\"},{\"@type\":\"Person\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9\",\"name\":\"Living Living\",\"image\":{\"@type\":\"ImageObject\",\"inLanguage\":\"en-US\",\"@id\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/\",\"url\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"contentUrl\":\"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g\",\"caption\":\"Living Living\"},\"sameAs\":[\"http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\"],\"url\":\"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=6\"}]}<\/script>\n<!-- \/ Yoast SEO plugin. -->","yoast_head_json":{"title":"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d - Purposeful Days","robots":{"index":"index","follow":"follow","max-snippet":"max-snippet:-1","max-image-preview":"max-image-preview:large","max-video-preview":"max-video-preview:-1"},"canonical":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668","og_locale":"en_US","og_type":"article","og_title":"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d - Purposeful Days","og_description":"The town square looked like a postcard\u2014white lights wrapped around bare branches, wreaths on every lamppost, carols leaking from a crackling speaker near the fountain. But Harper Crane couldn\u2019t feel any of it. She sat on a metal bench that burned through her coat like ice, her infant pressed against her chest beneath a blanket […]","og_url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668","og_site_name":"Purposeful Days","article_published_time":"2026-02-24T04:21:46+00:00","og_image":[{"width":1000,"height":1000,"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg","type":"image\/jpeg"}],"author":"Living Living","twitter_card":"summary_large_image","twitter_misc":{"Written by":"Living Living","Est. reading time":"7 minutes"},"schema":{"@context":"https:\/\/schema.org","@graph":[{"@type":"WebPage","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668","name":"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d - Purposeful Days","isPartOf":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website"},"primaryImageOfPage":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#primaryimage"},"image":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#primaryimage"},"thumbnailUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg","datePublished":"2026-02-24T04:21:46+00:00","author":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9"},"breadcrumb":{"@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#breadcrumb"},"inLanguage":"en-US","potentialAction":[{"@type":"ReadAction","target":["https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668"]}]},{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#primaryimage","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg","contentUrl":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/wp-content\/uploads\/2026\/02\/image_2026-02-24_112131553.jpg","width":1000,"height":1000},{"@type":"BreadcrumbList","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?p=21668#breadcrumb","itemListElement":[{"@type":"ListItem","position":1,"name":"Home","item":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/"},{"@type":"ListItem","position":2,"name":"\u201cHomeless on Christmas with Three Children\u2014Then a Navy SEAL Saw What Everyone Else Ignored.\u201d"}]},{"@type":"WebSite","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#website","url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/","name":"Purposeful Days","description":"","potentialAction":[{"@type":"SearchAction","target":{"@type":"EntryPoint","urlTemplate":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?s={search_term_string}"},"query-input":{"@type":"PropertyValueSpecification","valueRequired":true,"valueName":"search_term_string"}}],"inLanguage":"en-US"},{"@type":"Person","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/20d1a35f34b553b23a87ba63faf9d0e9","name":"Living Living","image":{"@type":"ImageObject","inLanguage":"en-US","@id":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/#\/schema\/person\/image\/","url":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g","contentUrl":"https:\/\/secure.gravatar.com\/avatar\/e958d6b1a20621af29884638fd23481fe90a0b0c5acccdd88aa5bc497e9ab608?s=96&d=mm&r=g","caption":"Living Living"},"sameAs":["http:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org"],"url":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/?author=6"}]}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21668","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/6"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=21668"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21668\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21670,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21668\/revisions\/21670"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/21669"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=21668"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=21668"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/purpose.lifestruepurpose.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=21668"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}