Wednesday, February 26, 2014



Marsha
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.
  O comfort.  O Joy.