In the darkest days of the siege of Jerusalem–surrounded by the miseries of starvation and spiritual despair, the author of Lamentations wrote that the Lord’s mercies never end, but they are new every morning.
If this witness could see fresh mercy in such times, how can we not open our eyes to see and glory in the same.
Opening my eyes here at Heatherhope I see newly minted joy every moment these days. The grass in the pasture and winter wheat in the field are as green as green can be.
And the lambs–the lambs! So white. So innocent and pure! What shame that we so habitually spoil, neglect, erase? Here is the gift of life, prancing, running in joy unrestrained. Beholding it and exalting God for it, let us become ourselves more free.
