I’ve missed it so.
Without worrying if it’s right or not.
And then linking arms with others who feel the same.
Over at Lisa-Jo’s.
We took December off,
But today, I’m joining others
As we write unabashedly
For five minutes time.
Without editing or backtracking
On one word alone:
We say it often, though I wonder if we truly believe it. It’s easier for me to encourage you to claim it than it is for me to look in the mirror and accept it as my own. Even still…
His Grace. Compassion. Mercies. Doesn’t matter which translation you read, they all mean the same. Friend, His love for you and for me is New. Every. Morning. (Lamentations 3:21-24)
He falls in love with us over and over again. And offers His hand to me each day. May I never get over that.
Each new dawn, it’s there for the asking. Each moment, really. As my great-grandmother would say: “It’s always morning somewhere.”
Life has a way of making us forget. It pushes aside the readily available for something new and more stimulating.
Oh but if we stopped and just looked at His face. If we slowed down and paid attention to how He pursues us each day. If only we would wake each morn and just say “thank you” for the gift He is handing us.
The gift of opportunity: The gift of LIFE.
The opportunity to love Him back with reckless abandon. To live like He’s in the room — on purpose for His glory. To mean it when we claim His name of ‘Christian’ as our identity.
If only we loved back. Like it was New. Every. Morning.
My new calendar on the wall shows me a clean slate. It’s wide open with opportunity and friends, I’m going to seize it. Yes, this is my year to shine. To radiate His Grace. Compassion. Mercies. Doesn’t matter how you look at it–it all means the same.
I’m going to love my neighbor. Like He loves me. New. Every. Morning.
How about you? How do you plan on using the gift He is offering you this year? I’d love to hear.
Thanks for sharing your time with me.
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