His Mercies Are New Every Morning

Every day for the last year and a half, my granddaughter and her Boppa have made coffee.  It has become the morning ritual and no morning can begin until this has been done.  This is not because my husband can’t begin the day without coffee but because Boo can’t begin her morning without helping Boppa.  If he starts grinding the coffee without her and she hears him, she will succumb to tears or yell rather loudly “Wait, Boppa!!!” as she runs into the kitchen.  He will apologize all over himself for such a mistake.

The ritual was repeated this morning.  And, as has happened for the last year and a half, Boo jumps up and down like crazy when Boppa pours his coffee from two feet above his coffee cup.  She always requests a ‘tall’ one, unlike a short one that is poured right over and into the cup.  This intensifies the jumping up and down.   Then she has to have  a peek at the freshly made cup of coffee and of course, following that she is handed two jelly beans from Boppa.  He now has his cup of coffee, she has her jelly beans and all is well.

Lamentations 3:21-23 says, “This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is Thy faithfulness.”

I asked my husband what he thought it was that caused Boo to jump up and down each morning like that.  He said maybe it’s like God’s mercies being new every morning.  For Boo, it’s making the cup of coffee that is ‘new’ every morning.  I think she just likes making coffee with her Boppa.

However, it made me wonder what it would be like to live those verses found in Lamentation 3.  To recall to my mind the promises of God – that His mercies are new each and every morning.  His mercies for today are not leftovers from yesterday or the rations of tomorrow stolen for today.  His mercies are the right amount that we will need to get through the day and the struggles that vie to consume us.  Why?  Because His compassions fail not. If He had no compassion, He’d have no concern over those things that try to bring us down.  He’d have no mercy toward us because He just wouldn’t care. However, He has a brand new bunch of mercies ready and waiting for us each and every morning. His compassion never runs out, it is always in abundance and overflowing, and readily available.

I have  a friend who is going through a major struggle in her life regarding her youngest son.  He was diagnosed with major food allergies when he was about 3.   He was diagnosed with  Type 1 diabetes   this past year and now he’s at the age of seven and the family is awaiting the results of whether he has Celiac disease.  As they wait, she is sitting at the throne of God begging the results are in her son’s favor.

How much more can a mother endure when it comes to her child(ren)?  How much more can she bear?  Great is His faithfulness.  It is only because of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed and drowning in a sea of sorrow and pain.  He is our lifeguard.  He doesn’t just throw out the lifesaving ring – He comes after us with a fervency to pull us out and get us back on our feet.  Why?  His compassion never fails.  Ever.

Here’s a perfect example…  the friend I told you about?  They got the results this afternoon.  The diagnosis?  Negative.  No disease.  He knows what we are able to bear.  He knows my friend is having a hard time with all that’s on her plate right now.  It is when we recall to mind the promise of God that saves us from not being consumed by the pain of this world.  His mercies come to us new every morning and sustain us throughout each day.  His compassions will never fail and in these promises we find our hope.  And it is in our hope that we can say, Great is Your faithfulness Lord, unto me.

Forget It and Keep Running

The other day I was reading in the book of Philippians where it says, “Forget what is behindfall and strain toward what is ahead….”  As I read that, I stopped and thought about it a while.  Everyone who has spent much time reading God’s word or going to church, has most likely heard that verse a few times either quoted, preached about or had a Bible study on its value in our lives of children of God.

However, when I read it the other day, I thought to myself, every moment right before the one just lived is a moment in the past—even though it may not have even been more than five moments ago.

So, suppose I am trying to do something for a friend, and in the middle of my task I am criticized by someone who thinks they could have done it better, done it right, or whatever.  As soon as they have finished expressing their (perhaps unwanted) opinion, what was said is now in the past.  We shouldn’t go there. We’re to forget about it.  To me, that means forgiveness must happen as soon as possible. However, sometimes the pain that has been inflicted at us isn’t just a prick or thorn, but a massive piece of splintered wood jabbed into our side.  Sometimes the forgiveness must be worked through. (That sure gives new insight to the command of forgiving those who sin against us, seventy times seven.)

The second half of that verse tells us to strain toward what is ahead.  Have you noticed that both parts of this verse are difficult things for us to do in our own strength? Our natural tendency when we get hurt is to shrink back, get revenge, or hold a grudge.  We don’t naturally feel like forgiving.  And in the same sense, after we’ve been hurt, we don’t feel like straining toward anything.  We want to curl up and hide.  Straining is too hard and requires some amount and/or some level of pain.

God never said that this life was going to be easy to live through.  But He did give us a goal to strive for and run to.  A goal that makes the pain and the heartache of this life worth bearing.  It’s the prize that is promised if we will trust that He has—at all times—our best interest in His mind and we should not hesitate in desiring to be faithful in following Him.  It is a prize waiting at the finish line.  It won’t be a four foot trophy of bronze or a stylish, slick and shiny new watch made of silver and gold.  When we cross that finish line, weary and spent, we will be restored and renewed by the intimate presence of our Lord.  And He will be waiting with open arms to welcome us home as He says, “Well done, good and faithful servant.”

Our part?  Don’t look back.

Forget the past…  Forgive and just keep running, straining ahead to receive your prize as He welcomes you home.

**Home

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Years of silence

silent pain hidden behind laughter

real and unrehearsed

Years of heartache

accompanied with moments of sorrow

and days of suffering

that have been intertwined with joy

tried

and standing still

standing firm

Years of life

quiet fallen tears

on bended knees

resting softly on hope

driven by faith

and wrapped in mercy

Faithfulness

endless faithfulness

proven ‘oer again

day after often long day

Promises made

tried and proven ever true

of provision, protection, power

and layered mercy upon mercy

Heavenly Father, faithful Friend

Comforter, Creator, Redeemer

Promise-keeper, Healer

gentle and strong

feared and trusted

It is in only upon Your shoulders

broad and strong

I rest my head

only there

at Your feet

do I cry holy, holy, holy

and find peace

rest

hope

home

My Savior, my Redeemer,

my Friend

Lover of my soul

Comforter of heartache that stirs

and pain that drives me

into your arms

finding shelter under your wings

Abba Father

my Daddy, Prince of my peace

Restorer and keeper of my tears

at Your feet I lay my life

all my hopes

every sorrow, every dream

every anxious thought and expectation

every moment of despair

I rest my head

stirring with concern and apprehension

trusting in the seen

and not hidden things

I seek forgiveness

for looking behind

not upward

taking hold of the things of this life

leaving outstretched arms void

and walking the other way

In You alone

at Your feet

is my hope

my strength

the love that blankets

every sorrow

every hope

quiets every tear

soothes every ache

with tenderness

gentle correction

mercy and grace

I cry Holy, Holy, Holy

with every heartbeat

every whisper

every tear

everything that is me

because of You

because of all that You are,

all You have been,

all You ever will be.