New Every Morning
In the ruins of a fallen city, one voice insists that mercy outlasts disaster.
The book of Lamentations is a set of poems written after Jerusalem was destroyed. The grief in it is real and unhurried. It does not rush to comfort. 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)
Notice what the lines do not claim. They do not say the ruins are gone, or that the loss did not happen. They say only that mercy has not run out. It arrives again at dawn, the way light does, whether or not we slept well.
This is a small promise, and a large one. Small, because it asks only for today. Large, because it keeps returning. If you are tired this morning, you are not asked to summon a year's worth of hope. You are asked to receive one day's.
So take the day. The compassions are new. Tomorrow they will be new again.
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