"His mercies are new every morning." - Lamentations 3:23
Sundays always feel like a gentle invitation to reset. There's no rush to open my laptop, no meetings waiting, no deadlines tugging at my attention. Today carried that soft, sacred, quiet - the kind that makes space for reflection. As we got ready for church, I found myself thinking about how often God invites us to begin again. He does this not with fanfare, but with subtle nudges.
Greenville First Assembly not only welcomes me home, but grounds me. It may look like the family serving Reach Day, Ryan ushering, Maddie and I serving on Coffee team, or just attending. Today's service felt like a deep breath. With Ryan on the brink of starting a new job and the girls each stepping into new seasons of their own, our home feels like it's shifting in small yet mighty and meaningful ways. Sundays deliver the space to notice these shifts - to see where God is moving beneath the surface.
Later in the day, we had our usual family check-ins with Angel and Chris, and the familiar comfort knowing we'd gather online tonight for our Sunday role play session. These rhythms remind me that beginnings don't always happen on January 1. Sometimes they happen on an ordinary yet extraordinary Sunday in February.
As you prepare for the week ahead, think about this question:
Where in your life do you feel God inviting you to begin again?
If you'd like to dig in further, I've included a printable journal page where you can do just that.
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