22 Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
23 They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23 (niv)
Mercies are new. Faithfulness Great. Vast. Full. Incomprehensible. An All that is in above and through so beyond, the most oblivious still drown in it.
A good God that meets His sweet children through days of mind numbing packing and purging and knowing that none of the stuff matters, but He does. So whether half of what is shipped is not really necessary or should have been pitched, His faithfulness covers the frivolous, superfluous, the can’t-think-straight-to-make-a-better-choice.
Every day there are reminders of love so great and grief and trial and triumph and hope so real. Loved ones walking through terminal cancer that is hitting close to home, too close a second time…two mama’s. And faithfulness and her river of new mercies cover yet again in the unspeakable and unshakable that oaks of righteousness know as the sun, and rain, and sky and all that is that sustains life both now and forevermore.
Mercies you can trust to be new each day for the runners…the ones who have run from His Great Love. The ones so hurt by loss that they don’t know where to begin and their grief is mixed up with teenage rebellion and anger, enough to make the world go round and incredible hurt.
Always and ever staking all that is or ever will be on the best of mercies giving unconditionally flowing from the Greatest of Hands…embracing it all…oh, embracing it all.