HIS MERCIES—NEW EVERY MORNING!

“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!’" Lamentations 3:22-24. (NKJV).

“You refused a tip from Mrs. Smith? Why?” Grandfather's eyebrows raised.

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

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

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

“Forgot to add it to the batter. Didn’t turn out too good, huh? Soggy in the middle.” 

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

Timmy snorted. “You ate a piece anyway.”

“Yep. 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—a present waiting to be opened."

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

“Sure but where're you going?” 

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

Grandfather smiled, bowed his head. “Thank you for Timmy’s tender heart. Bless him, Lord.” 

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?