Today starts a new week, & Lord only knows how bad I need a fresh start right now.

“Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.”

Isaiah 40:30-31

No matter how hard times may get, or how much faith I lose in myself, I know the battles of this life are sent to me with good intention. I’m too stubborn to be a quitter, and knowing how good my forever life is going to be, only a fool would think this human life wouldn’t incur its own set of trials.

As Martina McBride said in one of my favorite songs, Beautiful Again,

“When it rains, the past gets washed away and then,

She smiles because she knows in the end

The world gets beautiful, beautiful again.”

Whether it’s the sunshine beaming down on my face, or raindrops dampening my fresh curled church hair, I am ready to let today change my heart in some way. Lord, strengthen me but don’t allow me to become blind to the blessings I already have. It’s time to give my heart a fresh start, as I keep the fragile memories embedded in the cracks to humble me. I cut away the calloused edge that has fought so very hard to reject any new potential threat of heartache from entering, and open up to the world.

For as pain comes, so may blessings. Just like a rainbow after a storm, when it is all said & done the world is much more beautiful once it has cried for a little while.

The length of the storm, the damage made in the midst of the rain shower,

the ending scene, the fresh start?

All of that is up to me.
It’s time to start a new chapter, it’s time for the storm to run out of rain.

I am a survivor, and today is a new day.