Every. Single. Day.
The new year is beginning. So long and good riddance to 2013. Good things came of it, but it was a hard year. A very hard year. Exhausting. But not debilitating. A disaster in some ways. And while I’d not want to do it over, I’m thankful for who I am on this side of it. For who I’m becoming.
I painted this verse above the doors in my living room. Where the sun shines in almost all day. Because I need to remember. It’s all that puts one foot in front of the other at some moments. Because without His fresh mercies, I have no leg to stand on. No reason to be. No wherewithal for life. Without Him, you do not want me in your world. Without Him, I don’t want you in my world. Every good thing about me is because His mercies are new. There are surviving mercies. And recovering mercies. And rebuilding mercies. There are mercies for not being terrified to move forward. And mercies for all the stuff I messed up that’s hurting you. And all the stuff you messed up that’s hurting me. There’s mercies for putting it all back together afterwards.
His mercies are going to keep being new every morning in 2014. They have to be. Or there’s no hope for me. Or you. They have to be because He said they are. And He cannot lie to me. He cannot lie to you.