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There's something about a fresh coat of paint, spring cleaning, and new beginnings...  It's exciting.  I think our spirits are keenly attune to God's Word, even if we don't know it or understand it.

 We long for newness even when we don't like change.  We long for fresh starts, "do overs" if you will. New beginnings when we haven't been who we want to be...  God knew that and already enacted a plan for us.

 "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 3:22-23

 Oh, how these Words comfort me!  The last several years I have not been who I wanted to be.  I allowed the circumstances of life to have too much power to impact who I was.  God, in His Mercy & Faithfulness, has come to my aide and given me a fresh start, again. 

 I sit here today so grateful & humbled that the God of the universe, that holds the universe in His hands, loves so deeply, so intimately, cares so much, that He made His Mercies new for us, every morning!  

 Those who know me, know that I am an experiential person.  I need to touch and feel and taste a thing to really know it.  God knows that (He made me that way!) and I think it makes Him smile that when I do a thing, there is an alter of remembrance somewhere in the mix.  So, January 1, 2015 He and I spent the morning together & I scooped up armfuls of His Mercy, and even came back for more!  He & I, we worked out some things.  And then He gave me a great gift, a sacred gift & He used my husband to give it.  A sacred space for me to meet with The LORD.  As I type I am surrounded by memories & knowledge & things that represent journeys & things that just plain 'ole caught my eye.  Inspirations. 

 So, new year, new Mercy, new space...  I thought it only fitting that the blog get a fresh look too.  Let me know what you think.

 As for you my dear friend,  His Mercy is for you too.  For any season, any situation.  Don't wait too long to come to Him in the morning, there is something sacred about starting your day with Him & it changes things.  Don't we all just need arms-full of fresh Mercy?  He's waiting....
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