Through the Lord’s mercies we are not consumed,
Because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness.
“The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “Therefore I hope in Him!”
The Lord is good to those who wait for Him,
To the soul who seeks Him.
It is good that one should hope and wait quietly
For the salvation of the Lord.
I watched the moon sink lower
as morning rays colored the sky,
chasing away the darkness
sending away the night.
And as one stanza ended
and another one began,
I found myself singing along
trusting in God’s big hands.
I may not know what today brings
or what tomorrow holds,
but I know who holds my future
trusting He will never let me go.
I’ll wait right here in the pages
of life as my story unfolds,
like the dawning of a new day
and the setting of the sun.
Each day I get to fill a blank canvas
with the story of His love,
sometimes I write in neat cursive
sometimes all I can do is scribble a prayer.
No matter how it’s printed
it’s God’s story for me to share,
so I’ll praise Him in the good
and I’ll thank Him through the bad
for His love is ever with me
til He writes the words, “The end.”
©18 March 2022
Every day is a new, blank canvas. We get to decide how we use the tools God has given us to paint the picture of our story.
Some days we color a pretty picture all nice and neat. Other days turn into scribbles, all unruly outside of the lines.
And you know what? That’s okay. The question is, do we include God in the messiness of our lives as much as we do the colorful days?
I’m so thankful God’s mercies are new every morning. I’m grateful He is the one who holds my future, not me. I may not always understand what He is up to, but I know I can trust Him to take my scribbles and make them into beautiful notes of poetry.
From My Heart to Yours,
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