If God woke you up today and handed you another page to your story, then you owe it to yourself to write it with honesty, courage, and intention. Whatever that looks like. Whatever healing or hope or vision He's been stirring inside you. Let your truth spill onto the page, not the version you think people want, but the one that's been sitting in your chest for years. The one that carries both the magic and the mess. The one only you can write. Write about the hope that refused to die in you, even on the days you felt empty. Write about redemption, the kind you had to fight for. The kind God handed you piece by piece after life tried to break you apart. Write about how grief taught you to love deeper, and how heartbreak stretched you in ways you didn't see coming. Write about the laughter that saved you, the tears that baptized you, and the quiet moments that reminded you you're still here, still growing, still chosen. And don't forget the pauses, those little breaths where you sit with gratitude, even when life is loud. Those moments where your spirit resets. Because if you woke up today, that means God isn't done with you yet.