Here’s the truth: All week, I was miserable. Hormonal? Probably! But, also, I let myself fall victim to looking back to the past.
I am closing one book and moving onto the next. I’m starting a new book and it feels nice to have a nice blank page.
There’s an ambiguity to life.
I am done trying to figure my life out and choosing to just roll with the tide and write my story as I go. I feel I’ve got a good head on my shoulders and I know that with God, anything’s possible; He is my strength and my salvation.
God gave me a chance and now I’m giving him the chance to lead me beside the still waters while life brings about waves that crash to the shore.
My blank page is going to turn into pages filled with joy, peace and prosperity.
There may be turbulence along the way, but that won’t stop me from filling up my blank pages.