New Every Morning

The book of Lamentations was written after loss. The city had fallen. The poet does not pretend otherwise. He sits in the wreckage and counts what is gone. And then, in the middle of the grief, he says this:

"Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." (Lamentations 3:22–23)

Notice what he does not claim. He does not say the pain is over. He does not say he understands it. He says only that mercy arrives again, the way morning does, whether or not he slept.

This is a quiet promise, and a practical one. You are not asked to store up enough grace for the whole road. You are given enough for today. Tomorrow will bring its own supply.

So if you are tired, take the smaller comfort first. The night was real. The morning is also real. And the love that meets you in it has not run down, and will not.