This morning as I packed my husbands lunch and sent him out the door there was a forecast of rain and the roads would be slick - so I prayed: "Lord please keep my husband safe. Please surround his car with your hand." But, then I was assailed with doubts, "I've prayed that prayer so much - maybe I've used up all the goodness. Maybe God is tired of hearing it." And then like a sword cutting through darkness - came the memory of a Bible Verse: "His Mercies are New Every Morning." New! Not stale. Not old. Not even refrigerated from yesterday. They are New. Every Morning.