Sunday was a particularly bad day. The kind of day that you wish had just never happened. We were having quite a rough week or two -- our dog died suddenly, we encountered legal problems through no fault of our own and we had a major meltdown.
We tried our best but couldn't get things stabilized. Sunday's problems spilled over in Monday and I was beginning to wonder when things would get better. You start to second guess and worry and recalculate --- maybe things were not going to turn out like we had hoped. We made commitments made on faith and belief in the unseen. We were starting to waver and wonder where this was all heading.
Then on Tuesday, the morning brought peace to our household. The storm had come, blown and was now past. Love covers the multitude of sins. Love prevailed and darkness lost that battle.
I was reminded that God's mercies are new every morning...and how we needed them. I was reminded too that I have put my hand to the plow and that I cannot look back.
We are thankful for the faithful mercies of God. We are thankful that each tomorrow is a new day.
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Well said dear friend . . . His mercies are indeed new every morning. There is nothing like the clean slate of God, a do-over as you will-- to add wind to our deflated sails!
Blessings!
Tina
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