New Mercies

Good morning. Another day. Another post.

I’ve joked with Brett that my days are feeling akin to Groundhog Day. In the absence of plans, having people over, going places, doing things outside the home, our life has started to feel a little bit like we’re on a hamster wheel. Without our typical rhythms of disruption, I’m finding myself needing to be more innovative in order to avoid stagnancy. I’m setting tiny goals for myself each day, finding little projects to complete, sitting in different chairs in the house, switching up our daily routines, pursuing creative endeavors alone and with the kids, listening to lots of music, connecting with friends in unique ways.

I almost didn’t write this morning because I feel like I’m running out of things to say. But God swiftly reminded me that His reservoir of inspiration does not run dry. So, here we are. 

Lamentations 3:22-24 The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases;his mercies never come to an end;they are new every morning;great is your faithfulness.“The LORD is my portion,” says my soul,“therefore I will hope in him.”

There’s a lot about these days that’s starting to feel worn out. I’m tired of feeding all the people all the time. I’m tired of Brett working so many long hours. I’m tired of keeping my house clean and not being able to share the space with my friends. I’m tired of relying on technology to keep me connected to my people. I’m tired of bad news, and the tracking of all the numbers and dates and projections. I’m tired of trying to maintain normalcy during such an abnormal season. 

And here’s the thing. My patience and resolve fade so quickly. But the LORD’s mercies never come to an end. They actually renew EVERY MORNING! Thank the Lord I don’t have to rely on my own gumption to make it though challenging times, or any times for that matter. The LORD is our portion. He lovingly supplies exactly what we need for each and every day. In God’s goodness, he’s created a way for us to NOT have to worry about how we will make it through tomorrow, or next week, or next month. He doesn’t ration his mercies. They are freshly bestowed to us each morning. 

Rejoicing in this,
Kate