It is of the Lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because His compassions fail not.
They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. Lamentations 3:22-23
Yesterday my coworker was my enemy. She likely still is today,
but what if my mercies for her were new every morning, like God’s are for us?
This is a sort of maturity I have yet to attain, even with God’s help.
I have to be a willing subject. I’m not there yet.
Each day, can I work toward my mercies being new every morning? They aren’t even my mercies.
I don’t have any mercies that amount to anything.
It is borrowing from the Lord, letting Him be merciful through me. Can I do that? I can try.
I can at least think about it and see what happens from there.
What a wretched soul I am. Now I know why the guy that wrote that verse in Amazing Grace,
that famous song by Joshua David Harris:
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see
It’s so easy to forget that we are wretches.
I am always so busy considering my enemies to be the wretches.
I’m a greater wretch than most, I’d say.
It isn’t until we can accept God’s mercies that we can learn to extend those mercies to others.
It’s still hard to do. It takes persistence, dedication to the Lord and what He is asking
and resolution to follow His ways and allow ourselves to think like Jesus thinks.
How can we do all that at once?
Impossible.
But Jesus beheld them, and said unto them, With men this is impossible;
but with God all things are possible. Matthew 19:26