You wake up tired…
before your feet even hit the floor.
Nothing dramatic has happened,
and yet everything feels heavier than it should.
There’s a quiet reluctance to begin again.
God isn’t disappointed
in how slowly you’re starting today.
He meets you here—
in the unsteady beginning,
in the quiet sigh before the day unfolds.
You don’t have to rush into strength.
You’re allowed to begin gently…
knowing grace is already waiting for you.
What would it look like to start gently today?