Four years ago, today, I stood in a hospital corridor, begging God for the life of this man. There are no words sufficient to describe what my whole being was feeling as I desperately tried to will myself into that room with him. I hadn’t seen or touched my husband in exactly a month. Every part of me ached to be by his side. For several hours, I cried out to God, quoted Scripture and sang quietly in that lonely hallway, praying with all my might for a miracle.
I did get to see a couple of small miracles that afternoon, just not the one for which I hoped. I’m not sure how long I stayed, or how I mustered the strength to turn my back and walk away, but I’m absolutely certain of this:
Mercy met me there.
If you had told me then where I would be today, I could not have handled that information. It would have been too heavy for me to bear. Four years ago, I was believing for a miracle. I couldn’t even process any outcome other than the one I wanted.
That’s why God gives us new mercies every morning.
When God’s people wandered in the wilderness, He fed them with manna. Because He wanted them to fully depend on Him for their daily bread, He told them to only collect enough manna for the day. As was typical for the Israelites, some didn’t trust God to keep His end of the bargain, so they collected extra. The next morning, there was fresh manna for everyone else, but their leftover manna was rotten.
Manna, like mercy, is best served anew every morning.
I would certainly have borrowed tomorrow’s trouble if I had known God’s plan for Jeremy. But just as His mercy and grace were sufficient for that day, four years ago, so His mercy and grace have been sufficient every day since.
Morning by morning by morning, new mercies I see.
Your story is not exactly the same as mine, but we have the same God. He was faithful to His children in the Bible, He was faithful to me—and to Jeremy—four years ago, He is still faithful today, and He will continue to be faithful for all of our tomorrows.
I haven’t a clue what tomorrow holds; it’s usually better that way. But I do know that our faithful Father is already there, ready to extend all of the mercy we will need.
Great is His faithfulness!
🩷Audra
The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22