I find it strange that a book of dirges, songs of mourning, contains one of the greatest news of joy and hope I’ve ever received.
Isn’t it so like the Lord to make something new? And isn’t it so like Him to do it every single morning? How beautiful, that each time I open my curtains and see dawn’s light pouring over the hills beyond our neighborhood, mercy is mine. Often I can even feel it. A clean slate, a new day.
Full disclosure — this blissful feeling sometimes follows a night of worrying. Shadows cling and molehills become mountains during those nighttime hours before I fall asleep. But I’ve gotten better about it as I’ve walked with Jesus, done a better job of following the advice of Paul in Philippians chapter four. I’m slowly learning to dwell only on things that are lovely, true, honorable, pure, right, etc. And there’s another piece of advice I’ve clung to recently. It’s found in the sage old words of mothers everywhere: “Just go to sleep, and things will seem better in the morning.”
I hope tomorrow can be a fresh start for each of us. That we can invite the One who promises to forgive and forget our sins to pour His mercy over us. Let it wash away yesterday’s mistakes, and then breathe in the dawn of a glorious new morning.
The Lord’s lovingkindnesses indeed never cease,
for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is Thy faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22, 23 NASB