Morning Mercies

I usually write these posts at night. Night time is when the grief hits the hardest. My busyness has run its course. I've finally slowed down enough that I can feel my feelings. The things I've pushed down all day bubble up. And P and I spend time looking at pictures and videos of G that make me long for his presence.

Each morning I remember again that G died. It's a fact in my life that I have to be reminded of every day. It's new. I dram that he's alive sometimes. It's disorienting.

But I want to record here so I always remember that I have experienced what the Bible says to be true, "His mercies are new each morning". I wrote that while looking at a mug that was sent to me in a widow care package. I have a little cozy for my seltzer cans with it too.

My favorite item I own with that verse is a print my friends got me for my birthday last year. It hands on my wall next to the chair I sit in each morning to drink my coffee and spend some time with God.

"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." - Lamentations 3:22-24

Thank you Jesus. Help me to hope in you.