New Every Morning
In the ruins of a fallen city, one voice still counted on mercy at dawn.
The book of Lamentations is a set of poems written over a ruined Jerusalem. The grief in it is real and unhurried. It does not rush to comfort. And yet, in the middle of the third poem, the writer 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 claim is not that nothing was lost. Much was lost. The claim is that mercy did not run out, and that each new day it arrives again, unspent.
This is a quiet thing to hold onto when you are tired. You do not have to store up tomorrow's strength tonight. Compassion is not rationed from a fixed supply. It is given fresh, morning by morning.
Whatever your tradition, the pattern is the same. The day turns. The light returns. And with it, so the verse insists, comes faithfulness enough for the hours in front of you — and no further than that is asked.
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