New every morning
This I recall to my mind,
Therefore I have hope.
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!”
There is a hymn I can remember from when I was young, taken from this passage from Lamentations 3:21. In getting some greater context, 3:1-20 is some of the most depressing stuff you could ever read. To me, this passage has always been a rote message of comfort, a reminder that despite whatever afflictions or trials you are enduring, your hope will always be in God. However, something that struck me in just remembering this now, the sense of newness. In each translation I’ve read, alot of the language varies, but the one constant is the idea that what God provides for us is “new every morning.”
This is especially highlighted now, since for the first time in a long while, I am realizing something new. Something I have never known before, something that turns on its head the notion of what God expects of me. The feeling is scary, overwhelming, intriguing, and painful all at the same time. To think that “God is not done with me yet” is paradoxically both comforting and frightening.
Not sure where I’m going with this, but I guess that’s sort of the point right now.
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