God sit with me for a second... I know it's still early in the year but, thank You that my hope is still alive. Thank You that I didn't lose momentum, and I didn't lose myself. The year is still fresh, still unfolding, and I'm grateful that I don't have to rush it. For some, the start was heavy. For others, it was joyful. But no matter how it began, You were steady through it all. And that alone is enough for me to lift my hands and say You've been good. Father... keep my heart balanced in this season. Refresh my hope. Not the loud, performative kind, but the quiet, rooted kind that survives storms. Remind me that this year is still young, that purpose doesn't expire in 30 days, and that momentum can start at any moment. If I started slow, steady my pace. If I stumbled, lift my head. If I doubted, strengthen my faith. You are still God in February the same way You were on January 1st. Your covering didn't run out. Your mercy didn't shrink. Your hand is still on my life. So I step into the rest of this year with expectation. Not pressure, expectation. I expect growth. I expect healing. I expect doors to open that I didn't even know were mine. And even if it doesn't all happen overnight, I trust the One who holds the calendar. Thank You for keeping me. Thank You for sustaining me. Thank You that hope is still alive in me. In Jesus' name, Amen.