The sun, it rises before I do.
Before the laundry gets started and the eggs get scrambled, before the children bicker and the doors slam. Before it all presses in on me, the to-do list a mile long… that one faithful witness in the sky speaks:
His mercies are new every morn.
Every cock-crowing, dog-barking, kid-fighting, laundry-piling morning, His mercies are new.
And I could live it.
Instead of scrambling to get up and get going, to beat the clock and out-run the sun, I could just believe that today is covered.
It’s lying open there on the table when I stumble out of the bedroom. The ancient Words spoken to a fretful woman much like me are underlined: “Didn’t I tell you that if you believe, you would see the glory of God?”
And hasn’t He told us worried women time and again? That the way to see glory is to believe He’s got it under control?
The One who governs the sun guards our coming and going. (Ps. 121) He who provides seed to the sower will make provision for our every moment… when the baby cries at 2am, when the child slams fingers in the door, when you forgot to thaw meat for dinner. When you just feel like you can’t do it any. more.
His mercies are always served fresh and tailor made.
The difference that marks a life is how one begins her day. Not with stress and strain, not with fear and fret, but simple like, with faith.
“The great battle of our spiritual lives is, ‘Will you believe?’
It is not ‘Will you try harder?’ or ‘Can you make yourself worthy?’ It is squarely a matter of believing that God will do what only He can do.”
We could live like this.
When the day begins and presses down hard, we could resist the urge to take matters into our own hands. We really could live simple, with belief.
With fresh mercies.
With the sun before us and the wind behind us and the Glory… the Glory all around us.