The next morning, I woke up early, the soft glow of the morning light filtering through the curtains. The clock showed 6:00 AM, and though the house was still quiet, I could feel the weight of the day ahead pressing down on me. It was my first full day in my new home, in a life I wasn’t entirely sure I was ready for. I began my day in the only way I knew would bring me a sense of peace—by remembering God. I closed my eyes for a moment, silently praying for strength, for guidance, and for the courage to face whatever challenges awaited me in this new chapter of my life.

I whispered a quiet wish to God, asking for a good day, for the wisdom to navigate my newly married life with grace, and the patience to understand the dynamics of my new family. With that small prayer in my heart, I rose from the bed, the cool morning air brushing against my skin as I moved toward the bathroom. The day ahead seemed daunting, yet there was something calming in the rhythm of morning routines, something that made the unknown feel a little more bearable.