I believe God created mornings to remind us of all things being made new.
Obviously, I understand the science behind the rising and setting of the sun, but psychologically speaking, I think God knew that we would need the reset that the new day brings, and the symbolism it provides
I remember the long nights I used to have with my oldest, hours of crying, nursing, very little sleep. There were points when I wondered how I would survive. I just had to make it until morning because somehow it never felt so hard during the day.
I clung to the scripture from Psalm 46:5
“God is within her, she will not fall; God will help her at break of day.” (NIV)
Even now, there is something so comforting about mornings, especially when I can see the sunrise. It feels as though the world is washed clean and ready to begin again.
I get another chance. A chance to be the kind of parent, sister, daughter, friend, and co-worker I want to be. To try to do better in the ways I fail.
I can choose to let go of the mistakes of the past and instead, step forward into the bright potential of a future filled with the light of Christ. Click To Tweet
Dark nights of the soul can keep us trapped in the valley of discouragement and despair. Sin and temptation clouds our view and soon it’s easy to buy the lie that God has no use for us. But it is exactly that, a lie.
You are wanted, you are needed, you are loved.
It may seem dark right now but the dawn is coming!
“Tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it… yet.”
― L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables
” The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:22-23
Oh yes, Bethany! Joining you this morning from FMF, and so glad to have discovered you. That verse from Lamentations is one of my favorites! “The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;they are new every morning;great is your faithfulness.” There is something so special about mornings. New hope, newness of life. Thankfully, night and darkness do not endure.
Great is His faithfulness! I swoon a bit over your words that the nights were tough nursing a fussy one. My now, 12 year old, was that way too. Those baby days were a hard season, but I miss the little years. I wish that I could go back in time to do those again. But, TODAY today we have with our families to do what God has placed in our path for now. I pray you have a lovely weekend. Visiting from FMF, Jennifer