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 · , KJV
These words were not written on an easy morning. Lamentations is a book of grief — its writer sat in the wreckage of everything familiar and counted what had been lost. And it is there, of all places, that he says it: the Lord’s mercies are new every morning.
Not new once a year, when everything finally improves. New today. The compassion that carried you yesterday is not running low, and it was not used up on someone who needed it more. Morning itself becomes a quiet argument for hope — the light returns, and so does mercy.
Whatever this day holds, it opens with a faithfulness that was here before you woke. You do not have to earn the morning. You only have to receive it.