I glance out the window.
It is a pink sunrise and even after almost 8 months my heart drops.
The same color as the morning Elijah met Jesus.
The morning I still can’t reconcile with.
The morning that my life changed forever.
When time stood still.
When time stood still.
Yet the morning that caused me to say;
It is what I entitled the picture.
And they are.
His Mercies are. . . new. . . every morning.
Each and every one.
Mercy that we don’t deserve. Grace beyond measure.
All new. . . each morning.
Find it. Seek it.
The hope that is steadfast.
The stillness that leads me to the cross.
The quiet where I seek shelter from the storm that rages around me.
How great is His love for us.
It is vast beyond all measure.
His Faithfulness; great.
Mercy that we don’t deserve. Grace beyond measure.
All new. . . each morning.
Find it. Seek it.
The hope that is steadfast.
The stillness that leads me to the cross.
The quiet where I seek shelter from the storm that rages around me.
How great is His love for us.
It is vast beyond all measure.
His Faithfulness; great.
Lamentations 3:23
They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
