Morning.
Another day. A clean slate. Another chance. A fresh start.
His mercies are new every morning. Lamentations 3:23
Verses 21-25 of Lamentations are some of my favourites, for the promise and the hope and life of the words spoken breathe courage into my soul to step into a new day. It makes another beginning in life doable.
The saying that says, "Take life one day at at time, one step at a time"; fits right into this promise of God's mercies being new every morning. That's all we have is today and all we need to do is prioritize the moments that clamor for our attention to sort out what is important to do now. It's amazing how many urgent things can wait for another day and it all works out.
Yesterday's choices and decisions don't have to continue today.
This day. This morning we can make this moment count and each step of a right choice leads to more steps of right choices.
I love the hope and grace of morning. It's a moment that reminds me that I'm not locked into the defining moments that were and happened yesterday.
Sunset. Sunrise.
Sometimes all you need to do is go to bed and sleep and wake up to the morning with refreshed energy and perspective to step into the next steps of the day. Sometimes the rest of sleep brings the perspective we need that comes with the morning.
The two verses, 19-20, that precede the hope and promise of verses 21-23 bring a perspective that we all can connect with, affliction, wanderings, bitterness.
Mistakes, hard things that blindside us or are on-going and we need to find a way through to live in joy. Rejections and misunderstandings, illnesses and death creep in and redefine the shape of our lives that challenge us in ways we didn't ask for.
Morning.
The glory of the morning hour.
The glory of the morning hour is the hushed and stirring moments before the buzz of all the activity as the day begins.
I'm not a jump-out-of-bed morning person but I do love the moments when I do get up to witness the glory of the morning as the darkness recedes in the presence of light. The sun's rays stream through the trees as I look toward the east where the sun is rising and bringing with it - light.
It's the moments of hush and still that stills our hearts to hear the whisper of God and His new morning mercies. It's the glory of this morning that can still the wild beating of our hearts that may hold fear of the unknown, of the task before us, of the treatment from another human being. We still our hearts as we reach for the truth of Jesus and repeat His words over and over. The rhythm of God's truth beats a steadying beat that we can anchor whatever we hold within and what may be staring us in the face today.
Sunset. Sunrise.
Sunset. Sunrise. The hope of the morning's glory.
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