The Mornings

Oh but for the great Mercy & Grace of God! - 

I catch myself moments after leaving a conversation or driving out of the parking lot realizing I could have said less:

I could have listened better; cared better about another. Instead of words that are said in haste, or to make myself the funny, cute girl in the crowd. 

I realize I could have said more: 

I could have been more bold for the sake of Jesus to a perishing world. Instead of reserved silence waiting for a moment where I would make perfect sense. 

Oh! I know that my heart breaks more over these things in the depths of night after a weary day. I know!

But shouldn't my heart be broken in humility over the wretchedness of who I am when not submerged & dead unto the new life that only Christ has saved me to? 

Gladly I look to a new day. I look to Christ to continually turn things on their own head. Making the new & righteous rise from ashes of ill-spent time, misplaced words or weeping pride. 

The biggest thing I thank God for in the night is that His MERCY is going to be NEW in the MORNING. 

 

And that is what grips me now. In the midst of busy days spent preparing for the next good thing. 

His Grace. His Mercy.