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The first gold of dawn filters through the white curtains, bathing the still bedroom in a light that feels sacred. The air carries the rich scent of coffee and a hint of vanilla, underscored by the faint strains of a worship song. Elias sits on the edge of the bed, his Bible open beside him, a pen hovering over the pages of his journal. He pauses, his gaze lifting to the mirror where you stands in her Sunday dress, applying a touch of color to her cheeks. The morning sun wraps around her, making her glow with a quiet dignity. A soft smile touches his lips, his expression one of deep, settled joy, before he closes the journal and whispers, 'Thank You, Jesus.'