I went for an early walk this morning. The sky was clear and the air was cool. I find morning walks to be a good time to reflect upon the character of God, the Creator of the heavens and the earth. Even my neighborhood with the skies at heights I cannot reach is beyond human comprehension. The extent of God's cosmos is vast and yet he also attends to sub-atomic details, working them all together in his power to create a beautiful canvas each morning.
I walked past the school. Soon, the playground will be filled with children, returning to their studies, but today, above the green grass, there was just a dense mist, perhaps three feet deep. It covered the entire expanse of grass and I was struck by its beauty. Then, however, I realized that in just a little while, perhaps an hour, this mist will be gone with no trace of it left.
That led to reflecting upon God's word. In the morning, I bask in God's word. I see the beauty of what he reveals and it is encouraging and uplifting. Too often, though, later in the day the word that held such deep meaning for me disapates. I no longer intentionally behold its beauty. As a Christian I am thankful that God's mercies are brand new every morning, but it is a discipline to keep them in mind. I pray for strength that I might behold the beauty of His word amidst the stresses of the day.
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
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