“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
his mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.”
(Lam. 3:22-23 ESV)
“Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change.”
(James 1:17 ESV)
How true this has been in every instance throughout my brief existence on this earth. Through heartache, loss, and grief the LORD has shown His faithfulness to me. He has shown it time and time again. Every time my feet hit the bedroom carpet and I inhale the clean air into my lungs; every time I tug the shades open and peer out into the awakening sky; every time the light switch flips on and the room is illuminated in a soft yellow glow; and every time a shower of warm water pours over my weary head, I am blessed.
I AM BLESSED.
So so much. And the mercies of my Heavenly Father NEVER cease.
They NEVER come to an end.
They are new and full, and rich EVERY SINGLE morning. Great is His faithfulness! All I have needed His hand has provided.
“If we have died with him, we will also live with him; if we endure, we will also reign with him; if we deny him, he also will deny us; if we are faithless, HE REMAINS FAITHFUL—for he cannot deny himself.” (2 Timothy 2:12-13 ESV)
His faithfulness is NEVER failing. Even when we are faithless, HE remains faithful. When we are lacking, He is ALWAYS full.
He will ALWAYS provide.
“…my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” (Philippians 4:19 ESV)
He supplies EVERY need. When my family lost our home 5 years ago, we had no idea what the LORD had in store for us. We couldn’t have been able to wrap our minds around the provisions He has blessed us with. How could we have known in a time of deep sorrow and crazy uncertainty that He would provide not only a warm, comfortable home, but also close friends, college tuition for my brothers, countless car repairs, and the funds for endless medical bills for my mother, my brothers, my sister, and now me as well. I have watched brokenness take its toll on my friends and family. I have firsthand experience of what it feels like to want to crumble in a pile on the ground and not take another step. To just melt into a puddle and drain into the earth. But HE….
In my faithlessness….in my lostness…..in my wandering….HE has been faithful unto me. His grace is UNFATHOMABLE.
That doesn’t mean that everything I ask for will be given to me on a silver platter, or even at all. But it does mean that what I NEED will be provided. And that could be something totally opposite from what I thought I needed. He knows the number of hairs on my head! He knows every single thought running through my mind! He provides EVEN FOR THE BIRDS! How much more will He provide for the children He sent His son to die for. His son, perfectly holy and righteous, poured out his blood for ME? For me. A sinner. A wanderer. A runner. I have not a single reason to doubt or be anxious, for I am loved and cared for by a loving, heavenly Father. Even the sparrows know that OUR GOD IS FAITHFUL. If we didn’t cry out, the very rocks would cry out His praise! (Luke 19:40). His mercies are new EVERY morning.
This world is so full of pain. We are each composed of billions of fragments which tell our stories. If my life were a mirror, I could look into my reflection and trace the bold cracks in the glass. These cracks are the cuts in my heart. They are the scars of falling tears that never seemed to cease, and of weights that dragged me to my knees. It can be painful to trace them, to touch them with my finger. And they were painful to live through. There are times when a single fracture can suddenly burst into more and more until the whole mirror shatters.
I am just that. A billion tiny shards of glass pieced back together by the gentle, loving hands of my Maker. I am a mosaic of trials and triumphs, each piece playing a crucial role in the final masterpiece of His plan. And if I were to look closer, I would notice the colors and shards of others I know blending in with my own. He is creating a picture we cannot even begin to imagine. Every good and perfect gift shining through the shards and spreading light out into the world.
I remember walking through Grand Rapids, Michigan with my choir a year ago at Christmastime. As we entered the church where we were singing, what instantly caught my eye were the various stained glass images throughout the sanctuary. Massive, bright, colorful pictures created by the many shapes of the glass which had been cut and re-pieced back together. Just like those pieces of art, I am a collection of the many fragments that have been gently replaced, not in the way they originally were, but in a way that has created something more magnificent than I can know. How much those fractures have helped me to grow, each one painful but good and a perfect gift from above.
The light of His love radiates through my brokenness and WOW. I cannot even comprehend the depth of His magnificence.
I sit back criticizing the shape of the shards He chooses and yet He remains patient and faithful to me. He continues to shatter and piece me back together, all the while telling me, “Be still. I’m not finished with you yet.”
Yes, sometimes the wounds caused by those shards make us want to quit entirely. They drive us to our knees. They weigh down our shoulders and burst the barriers that have so long tried to hold back our tears. They cut deep. But if we lay those burdens down at the cross–that cross that held my King, Christ Jesus, as his blood poured out for me–he is faithful and merciful and will give us all that we need; in just the right time, amount, and way.
His steadfast love NEVER ceases…EVER.
And His mercies???? They NEVER come to an end.
They are NEW. EVERY morning. They are found in every breath, in every smile, in every tear, and in every priceless, beautiful, chaotic moment. His mercies are shining out through my shattered life and His faithfulness is unfathomable.
As I write this, we have not yet heard the outcome of this election year. I have heard over and over how America is about to fall apart. But I think of all the times God has shown His glory and faithfulness in the lives of people and governments who have fallen apart in the past. I think of Paul, Moses, Abraham, Joseph, Esther, Job, Ruth, David, Daniel, and Mary. I think of Jesus, who more than any of us knew the weight and hurt of brokenness. Yet God had a plan. And through all the shattering His faithfulness shone through the fractures and made the hurt into a masterpiece.
No matter what is in store for us as we head into 2017, I trust that my God will be faithful to complete the work He has begun in me, and in the lives of those around me. I trust that He will use my brokenness for His awesome glory. I trust that each morning His mercies will be new and overwhelming. I have only to look for them.
HIS faithfulness is where my hope lies. Not in numbers of armies. Not in a political, social, or national leader. Not in my ideal reality.
But in HIS faithfulness.
Not in the strength of mankind. Not in fine, expensive things. Not in grades or my level of education. Not in man-made laws. Not in money or in the storing up of provisions. Not in false securities. Not in my comfort zone. And NOT in the election of 2016. I trust HIS faithfulness. God is not a politician. He is not a falsifier of words. He is not inconsistent. He is not going to misguide us or lead us astray. He ALONE is faithful.
What a beautiful promise that is. And what beautiful mercies He has showered upon this daughter of Christ.