This year I celebrated the new year via phone call with my family. I was in Portland for a wedding and they were still at home. So we facetimed and counted down together. Sweet but odd because I still had an hour to go til the new year.
I was thinking back to previous years, when my tired little daughter asked why we didn’t stay up til midnight and celebrate each day with fireworks and ringing bells and all the rest.
We tried to explain to her that a new year is a bigger deal than a new day. But she was still confused, because to her, every day should be rung in with horns and bells and fireworks.
Maybe so. Maybe saving all the hope of fresh starts and new beginnings shouldn’t wait until one night in the middle of winter.
What if today I gathered my failures into a bag, tossed them into the night and started fresh?
Mercies that start fresh every morning. Even if I don’t feel like welcoming that morning, His mercies, fresh, are still there waiting.
Mercies that never cease. Even if my days are long and dull. Even if my days are full of sorrow, I dare to hope because I remember His mercies are still there for me. Unstopping.
2018. It’s here, along with fresh mercies. New mercies. Unceasing mercies. And they are for you, today, even 8 days into this new year!
Praying you grab hold and enjoy the mercies God has for you today ♥