fresh mercy in the morning

Thursday, December 22, 2011

It seems like nothing has gone right for me the last couple days. (I know, I know – bloggers who use their blogs to only complain suck…but this has a point, I promise.) I’m overwhelmed with cleaning, working out our Christmas weekend schedule, preparing both physically and emotionally for our trip to Oklahoma, and dealing with two of our children who are having a particularly hard time right now. Oh, and I think that Niah is sick.

In addition, yesterday I gave up two things that were very close to my heart. One by choice; one was taken away from me. Both were extremely painful, and I’m not feeling at peace yet with either one. The weeks that are to come will be two of the most physically and emotionally draining weeks of my year. I will need supernatural strength and peace to overcome my own complicated emotions to be fully present for my children. I feel at the end already, and we haven’t even begun.

Then today, a friend. I hesitate to write that because true friendship is hard to find and online friendships often aren’t true, but online friendships can be true and genuine and intimate and above all else, understanding. I didn’t seek it out, but God brought something to me through a friend, a true friend whom I’ve never met in person and likely never will, that I didn’t expect and desperately needed.

Life to my soul.
Strength to my spirit.

Sing, O heavens! Be joyful, O earth!
And break out in singing, O mountains!
For the Lord has comforted His people,
And will have mercy on His afflicted.
Isaiah 49:13

In the morning, when God brings His mercies new, He brought me this word.
I can lean into Him.
He comforts.
He is compassionate.
He has mercy.

Once again, right at the end of myself, I know that my Savior is there to do what I can’t. He fills in where I’m not. He gives strength when I am weak. He gives peace where I have none. He gives joy when I feel pain.

They were just typed words on a computer screen.
But they were God’s very Word spoken straight to my heart.
That’s what Love looks like to me today.

~Wishing yet again that I could write as beautifully as Ann. She expresses my heart today: When your Christmas stretches you...

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