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| It is of the LORD's mercies that we are not consumed, because
his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy
faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I
hope in him. - Lamentations 3:22-24 I love the fact that
Scripture tells us God's mercies are new every morning. I mean, it's
not like God goes to sleep for eight hours and then wakes up with shiny
new mercies. No, we are the ones who need to sleep. We are the ones who
oversleep and then get to work late, only to find out that we forgot to
finish a project. We're the ones who snap at our family members when we
get home and overindulge in mindless entertainment. We're the ones who
settle into bed with heavy hearts, remembering all the times we've
needed God's forgiveness during the day and feeling utterly depleted. But
God is never depleted. We can open our eyes the next morning with
absolute joy in the knowledge that our Father is waiting to spend the
day with us, pouring out His mercy and grace. We can't use up His
mercies; instead, we can wake up with a renewed sense of wonder at God
's marvelous grace, knowing that He has a more than abundant supply of
everything we need, and His hand is open to give it to us if we ask
Him. Our Father does not grow
weary of us as we grow weary of ourselves. Instead, He gives us every
day as an opportunity to experience the deep joy of His ever-present
mercies, mercies that can reach us no matter how bleak our
circumstances. And if we lose sight of those mercies? No need to fear;
they will be just as wonderful tomorrow as they were today. Do you ever get tired of yourself or your life? How has God renewed you lately?
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| Sometimes I wish I had never met you, because then I would not have
to live knowing there is someone like you out there, and have to watch
you throw it all away.
I should watch this movie.
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| It's 5:35am, and I'm about to retire for the night, but I wanted to jot down a quick thought before I fell asleep.
Since I was staying up late, a friend of mine told me to check out the Perseid meteor shower between 2am-5am. I said I'd finish my work by 4:30am so I could go up to the 4th floor of Piedmont where I'd hopefully catch a handful of shooting stars.
Unfortunately, the night sky directly above me was really cloudy so I couldn't see anything. But what I could see was the ocean and the bay in the distance, the SF city lights, and just about everything in between. Some of it was shrouded in early morning fog, but the view honestly wasn't half-bad. I actually liked it, and I didn't mind so much not being able to see the Perseid showers tonight. I wasn't shown the light from the stars that I'd hoped to see, but my attention was instead pointed to the beautiful city lights before me.
Often times, that's really how God speaks to me: I go in expecting one thing, and He surprises me with something that's pretty different from my expectations. And I like that. Because not only is it amazing that my God is speaking to ME, it trains me to open my eyes and ears in attentive new ways that allow me to see and hear things of God in ways that I might have not been able to before.
Just how big is God's voice? Big enough to be heard in all corners of the Earth. But you have to know what you're listening for in order to hear what is being spoken to you. How big are His hands? Big enough to hold the whole world, right? He's got the whole world in His hands. His fingerprints are on everything everywhere, including gifts He intended to be yours. But you have to see God's hand in all things before you can see that which God has specifically crafted for you. I don't know if I'm making sense, but it makes sense in my head and that's all that matters this late (or early). Good nigh- er, morning.
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| Guide me, O thou great Jehovah,
pilgrim though this barren land;
I am weak, but thou art mighty;
hold me with thy powerful hand;
Bread of heaven, Bread of heaven,
feed me till I want no more,
feed me till I want no more.
Open now the crystal fountain,
whence the healing stream doth flow;
let the fire and cloudy pillar
lead me all my journey through;
strong Deliverer, strong Deliverer.
be thou still my Strength and Shield,
be thou still my Strength and Shield.
When I tread the verge of Jordan,
bid my anxious fears subside;
bear me through the swelling current,
land me safe on Canaan's side;
songs of praises, songs of praises,
I will ever give to thee,
I will ever give to thee.
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One of the most beautiful songs written from start to finish.
Praise God for William Williams writing such an awesome hymn.
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| “The essence of optimism is not its view of the present, but the fact
that it is the inspiration of life and hope when others give in; it
enables a man to hold his head high when everything seems to be going
wrong; it gives him strength to sustain reverses and yet to claim the
future for himself instead of abandoning it to his opponent.”
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