Thursday, October 4, 2018


In Lamentations 3:22-24, we read: “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!’"

“You refused a gift from Mrs. Smith? Why?” Grandfather said, his eyebrows raised in surprise.

“She doesn’t have much money.” Timmy dipped his head. “Did I do wrong?”

“Have a seat son.” Grandfather chewed on his bottom lip. “You remember how you felt when you made your first cake?” Timmy giggled.

“I thought you’d done a great job until you jerked the cake pan out of the oven and added the sugar.” Grandfather’s laugh started deep, rumbled and bubbled out.

“I forgot to add it to the batter. It didn’t look too good, did it? It ended up looking funny...soggy in the middle.” Timmy snickered.

Grandfather hooted, his face red. “Sad describes it better.”

Timmy’s face brightened. “But you ate a piece anyway.”

“Yep. I considered it a potion from my favorite grandson.”

“I’m your only grandson, Grandfather.”

“True and our Lord is faithful. He takes the mess of our lives and uses it to His glory. Just like the cake you baked or half-baked.” Grandfather chuckled. “His compassions never fail. They are new every morning. A new day is a present. Waiting to be opened."

“Grandfather, I’ll be back.” He grabbed his baseball cap as he went out the door. “May I borrow your rake?”

“Sure but where’re you going?” Grandfather said.

“To deliver a present. Mrs. Smith’s yard’s covered with leaves.” Grandfather smiled.

Kingdom Thinking. I’m here because of the Lord’s mercies. He promises never to leave nor forsake me. He loves me with an everlasting love. His compassions are new every morning--a present from Him. He offers the same to you. Won’t you come?