COURAGE

What if I failed again? What if I got hurt again? What if things never changed?

Dearest lovelies,

I still remember the weight of that morning in January 2025. I was sitting at my desk, staring at the blank page of my journal, my pen resting between my fingers. My body was tired. I had just come through one of the hardest seasons of my life. I had been hospitalised, hovering between life and death. My weight had dropped so low it scared even me. My heart was shattered from another relationship ending, my Papa was gone, and the work that once gave me purpose had slipped through my fingers, too.

I felt empty, like I had nothing left to offer, nothing left to dream about.

And staring at that blank page almost felt cruel.
“What’s the point?” I thought.
What if I failed again?
What if I got hurt again?
What if nothing ever changed?

But somewhere in the middle of all that heaviness, I felt the quietest whisper: “Begin again.”

It didn’t come like thunder. It didn’t feel dramatic. It was just a nudge, a small, steady push toward hope.

So I picked up my pen. My hand was shaking a little, but I wrote one sentence. And then another. And then another.

Before I knew it, the page was no longer blank. It was filled with a prayer for courage to try, courage to live, and courage not to give up before the light returned.

Lovely, here’s what I learned that day: God specialises in new beginnings.

Lamentations 3:23 says, “His mercies are new every morning; great is His faithfulness.” And I think about that verse a lot, how every sunrise is God gently handing us a fresh page. We don’t have to carry yesterday’s heaviness into today. We don’t have to keep reliving the heartbreak, the regret, the loss.

Every morning, He says, “Here is a new page. Write something new with Me.”

Maybe today you feel like I did that morning, staring at the blank page of your own life, wondering if there is any point to dreaming again. Maybe your faith feels fragile. Maybe your heart feels too bruised to risk hope.

But lovely, can I speak this over you like a blessing?
You will rise.
You will recover.
You will sing again.
You will laugh again.
You will love again.

This is not the end of your story. This is just a chapter.

Take one small step toward beginning again this week. Write one prayer. Make one phone call. Send one email. Take one walk. It doesn’t have to be big; it just has to be a step.

You don’t have to see the whole road ahead. You just have to trust that God, who is already in your future, will meet you on the way.

I believe with everything in me that this will be the beginning of your holy new beginnings, not rushed, not forced, but full of grace.

And when you look back on this season, I pray you will say: “That was the year I found courage again.”

With renewed hope,
Temi Olusola