It seems that the theme in my life has become "new mercies every morning." Life with four young children is never easy. A tremendous gift, yes. Easy, no. Being a wife is never easy. An incredible joy, yes. Easy, no. The work of ministry is never easy. An incredible honor, yes. Easy, no. Running a household is never easy. An enormous blessing, yes. Easy, no.
Most nights I climb into bed exhausted, regretting at least some aspects of my parenting, wifing, working, and / or housekeeping from that day, and feeling so thankful that God's mercies are new each morning.
In the book of Lamentations in the Bible, the people of Israel, God's chosen people, are far from Him. They are going through a very low point in their walk with God. Jeremiah is in distress and overwhelmed as he writes. And yet, in the midst of his distress, he says,
"Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, 'The Lord is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.'”
New compassions every morning. New mercies every morning. Like the dew on the grass or the sunrise in the east...new mercies come every morning.
No need to be consumed by the worries of today. Every day we get to start over fresh, our sins from yesterday washed away, separated from us as far as the east is from the west.
A new day to walk with Jesus in the midst of the chaos that is family life. A new day to love one another fully and forgive each other fully. A new day to soak up the love of God and to experience how deep and wide His love for us really is.
What a tremendous gift. New mercies every single day...this is the gift Jesus brings me each morning as a mom, a wife, a woman in ministry, a house-keeper (a very bad one at that), a friend, a follower of Jesus.
I am so thankful for new mercies every morning. His mercy is abundant and refreshing and lavish.
Mercy is falling.