A new car.
A new carpet.
There's something special about
Being new.
I take better care of my purchase, watching
For every stain, or scratch.
But before long, wear begins to
Show.
The newness erodes along with my
Vigilance.
I resign myself to a traffic pattern on
My floor, spaghetti sauce on my
Dress, and a dent in my car door.
Like everything I own, my new has
Become old.
Perhaps that's why I so dearly treasure
God's gifts.
His mercies and compassion are
Old and familiar, but yet, continually
New.
And just like God's people couldn't
Store up manna in the wilderness,
I can't stockpile my Father's
Compassion.
Each morning when I open my
Eyes, I discover a fresh supply,
New hope.
New courage.
New peace, just enough
Strength to face this day.
My Father's faithfulness is
Great, indeed, beyond great,
And unlike my carpet, it
Never loses its luster.
It never wears out.
"It is because 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