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Blank page.  When I opened this document, I was given a completely blank page.  No words. No symbols. Just blank. 

Anything that would go on this page would be the result of my typing. I have the chance to write anything I want. I have the chance to tell any story that my heart desires. It can be a story of tragedy or one of victory. It could be words describing a defeat or perseverance. It could be a story focused on what I was able to do or what God was able to do.  I get to choose. 

When we give our lives to Jesus. We get this blank page laid out in front of us. 2 Corinthians 5:17 tells us, "Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, the new creation has come: The old has gone, the new is here!" A new blank sheet of paper is right in front of us. It is more than a new chapter. It is a new book and it has a co-author. His name is Jesus.  

The question is, what are you writing on your blank page? Whose story are you telling?

Be blessed and be a blessing,

Matt

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