In the middle of a lamentation over the destruction of Jerusalem, there's this unexpected affirmation: 'The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases. His compassions never fail. They are new every morning.' In the midst of devastation, the speaker remembers that God's love doesn't stop.
It's not resolution - the destruction is still real. But there's this thread of hope running through the darkness. God's compassion is available fresh every single morning.
I wake up some mornings in a depression that feels total. And I read this verse and think: okay, God's compassion is new this morning. It's available right now, not as a memory of yesterday or hope for tomorrow, but right now. That gets me through the morning.
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