Still Time to Turn Around Spoken-word message — a plea, a promise, a warning wrapped in love You think it’s too late. Too many nights gone cold. Too many bridges burned. Too many choices made with shaking hands and a hard heart. You think you’ve outrun the voice, outlived the grace, out-sinned the mercy. But hear me— you’re still breathing. Which means there’s still time. Still time to turn around. I know the road behind you is on fire. I know the mirror lies and the past screams. I know the weight on your chest feels earned, like pain is your inheritance. But there’s a crossroads up ahead— right now. This moment. This breath. And I’m not here to shame you. I’m not here to preach at your scars. I’m here to tell you truth: The enemy wants you silent. God wants you saved. The devil wants you numb. God wants you alive. And even now—after all the damage— He’s not done. You can still come back. You can still fall to your knees and not into despair. Still throw your pride down and pick up hope. Still call His name and not get a dial tone. Because the cross didn’t collapse when you fell. It’s still standing. Still stained with love. Still wide enough to carry every failure, every secret, every lie you told yourself about who you are and what you're worth. You haven’t gone too far. You’re not too lost. And if you’re listening to this— it means the door isn’t closed. There’s still time to turn around. Not tomorrow. Not when you’re cleaner, calmer, stronger. Now. Turn around while the road is still open. While the light still breaks the clouds. While the whisper still says, "Come home." Don’t wait until you can’t hear it. Don’t wait until silence becomes your sentence. You can still turn. Still kneel. Still cry out. Still be caught by grace. He’s waiting. You’re breathing. So there’s still time. Turn around.

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