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.” (Lamentations 3:22-24) I’ve read and focused on this comforting verse recently and even shared it in my last post.
Another version of the same verse states: The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
God’s love never ceases, his mercies never end, they are new every morning, because he is faithful.
His mercies come in different ways — like gifts to unwrap.
Sometimes the gift I want isn’t the package that I receive.
A phone call with unsettling news came yesterday.
It was an ordinary day. A day when my Iris’ were in full bloom and my peony buds were getting ready to open. All things were good.
Then the phone call. In the late afternoon as the call came in, storm clouds rolled over my house and the world around me and inside of me changed. No longer did it seem good. If God’s mercy is new every morning, I’d like the mercy to come packaged in a change in circumstances. For now, that isn’t the gift that I’m receiving.
One friend said, “You’ve got this.” My thought was, I know she loves me, means well and I appreciate her confidence in me, but there is no way that I have this under control. Or in my control.
Then the words from my sister, “God’s got this.” Yep, now those are words I can count on and believe in. Sometimes I unpack mercy through the words of encouragement that are spoken to me through others.
There are times when God’s mercy shows up in a visit or a phone call from a friend who just happened to have me on their mind.
It can come through the words of a card, a blog, a book, a sermon and especially the Bible–comforting words that warm my heart and carry me through the day.
Other times it’s unwrapped in quiet reflection as I remember how mercy was given to me in the past and it will come again.
One day at a time his mercy comes. It’s new and different everyday but from the same God. A God who never changes and promises me that his mercy will be new every morning.
Today it came in the symbol of peace. A dove. A dove on the bird bath in my yard at dawn.
A dove brought an olive branch to Noah to signal new life. A dove, a symbol of the Holy Spirit, descended on Jesus as he was baptized by John the Baptist.
The dove; a symbol of peace and a symbol of the Holy Spirit sat before me on my bird bath. It reminded me that I cannot manufacture peace. It comes, like a dove, descending on me and through me by the Holy Spirit as I trust in God. In the remembering, I received the gift.
The Holy Spirit will see me through all things and I will be presented with gifts of mercy daily and I will untie the ribbons and accept the gift with a thankful heart.
This morning the gift I unwrapped was PEACE. All things are good again–within me.
Written by: Nancy Janiga ©2014