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His Mercies Are New Every Morning

Posted By at Wednesday, April 13, 2016


I’m thankful God knows me so well – so intimately. I’m thankful He understands that I am frail and finite – made of dust. In our finiteness, we sometimes (often?) doubt God’s faithfulness even though we deeply believe He will never forsake us. We’ve seen Him demonstrate His tender care over and over again and yet we give way to doubt, confusion and worse. I’m thankful He preserved in His word the lament of Jeremiah who voiced what many of us may have felt at one time, or may be feeling now.

Notice how chapter 3 of Lamentations begins. Follow carefully the progression of Jeremiah’s cry. Observe where he begins and take heart by where he concludes in the portion noted below.

I am the man who has seen affliction because of the rod of His wrath. He has driven me and made me walk in darkness and not in light. Surely against me He has turned His hand repeatedly all the day. He has caused my flesh and my skin to waste away, He has broken my bones.

He has besieged and encompassed me with bitterness and hardship. In dark places He has made me dwell, like those who have long been dead. He has walled me in so that I cannot go out; He has made my chain heavy. Even when I cry out and call for help, He shuts out my prayer.

He has blocked my ways with hewn stone; He has made my paths crooked. He is to me like a bear lying in wait, like a lion in secret places. He has turned aside my ways and torn me to pieces; He has made me desolate. He bent His bow and set me as a target for the arrow.

He made the arrows of His quiver to enter into my inward parts. I have become a laughingstock to all my people, their mocking song all the day. He has filled me with bitterness, He has made me drunk with wormwood. He has broken my teeth with gravel; He has made me cower in the dust.

My soul has been rejected from peace; I have forgotten happiness. So I say, “My strength has perished, and so has my hope from the LORD.” Remember my affliction and my wandering, the wormwood and bitterness. Surely my soul remembers and is bowed down within me.

This I recall to my mind, therefore I have hope. The LORD'S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness. "The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I have hope in Him." The LORD is good to those who wait for Him, to the person who seeks Him. It is good that he waits silently for the salvation of the LORD.