Every day is a new beginning.
So is every month.
Clocks cycle, calendars turn, and we mark out time in neat little packages. But time doesn’t come in packages. It’s not a calendar or a clock. It’s a river, constantly flowing forward and carrying us along moment by moment.
The past is set.
The future is unknown.
But the present—the now—is where we begin again.
We fall, and we get back up again.
We fall again, and we get back up again.
And the only thing that sets the saints apart is this …
They get up one more time than they fall.
Take His hand.