Who told you it was over?
Who convinced you that one mistake, one failure, one wrong turn disqualified you from purpose?
Let this be your reminder,
As long as there’s breath in your lungs, there’s still time.
Time to rebuild.
Time to return.
Time to rise, wiser, stronger and deeper than before.
The world may count you out.
People may walk away.
Even your past might whisper you’re done.
But heaven hasn’t closed your chapter.
Because God specializes in fresh starts.
He turns graves into gardens, ashes into beauty, and detours into divine direction.
You don’t need everything figured out.
You just need one act of courage to begin again.
Yes, it’s scary.
Yes, it’s messy.
Yes, it’s hard to hope again after the fall.
But nothing changes until you decide: “This won’t be how my story ends.”
Start small.
Start late.
Start scared.
But start.
Your calling didn’t expire.
Your dreams aren’t too far gone.
The embers are still glowing beneath the ruins.
Fan them into flame.
And this time, you’re not starting from scratch.
You’re starting from experience.
So, lift your head.
Shake off shame.
Ignore the noises that suggests it's too late.
Put a stop to the voice of fear that warns of consequences.
Because the truth is simple:
If you’re still here,
You’re not finished.
And sometimes, the greatest stories don’t begin at the beginning.
They begin again.
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