When I rolled out of bed this morning, I was thinking about it being the first day of a new month.
There is just something about new beginnings that puts a little spring in my step and makes me smile.
No matter how badly I might have messed up yesterday, or last week, or last month, or last year, the opportunity for a new beginning exists every single day.
And I’m so very grateful to wake up each morning and embrace another second chance for grace.
