In the Morning

 
Our bedroom morning view.

I never tire of seeing the sunrise over the top of our mountain. The mornings God chooses to paint with pink are particularly spectacular.  What is truly amazing is the promise that God's mercies are new every morning.

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

Now with January approaching I long to awaken to a blanket of freshly fallen snow. It's always a reminder that Jesus' blood washes us white as snow.


The Song
"Mercies" Matt Redman

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