New Every Morning
An old lament finds, in the middle of grief, a mercy that does not run out.
The Book of Lamentations is a set of poems written over the ruin of Jerusalem. It does not look away from loss. Its grief is plain and its anger is honest. And yet, at its centre, it turns.
"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." (Lamentations 3:22-23)
Read it slowly. The writer is not saying the pain is small, but something else: that mercy is not spent. It arrives again at dawn, the way light does, without being earned and without running low.
This is a verse for a tired reader. You do not have to gather yesterday's strength and carry it forward. Yesterday's mercy was for yesterday. This morning has its own.
Whatever you are facing today, you are not asked to face it on a dwindling supply. The compassion is new. It is here now. Take what the morning gives.
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