New every morning

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,
His mercies never come to and end;
they are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.

Lamentations 3:22-23

Those words really speak for themselves, but I'll tell you how they were lived out for me today. Last night when my kids were asleep, one by one I laid my hand on their sweaty heads and asked God to wash the day off. It was one of those days that needed washing off...

Separately, several dear friends and acquaintances that knew nothing of the stresses of my day initiated little acts of care yesterday and today. They represented the heart of the Father, speaking to me that He knew my heart was weary. Last night my husband's strong, gentle arms scratched my back- being the hands of Jesus, washing me like I had asked.

This morning my children woke up fresh. I woke up fresh. His mercy was new this morning.

Praise God from whom all blessings flow.

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