His mercies are new every morning.

 But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope:  The steadfast love of the LORD never ceases; his mercies never come to an end;  they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. Lam 3:21-23 ESV

The roosters begin to call in the new dawn and I find myself wrapped in my bedding, pillow in hand, snuggling into the lounge chair on my balcony to watch the wonder of God in the quiet morn. In the sky there is a low light rising like the flickering of a lantern in the corner of a dim room. I see only one insignificant cloud on the horizon., one bright star is beginning to fade in the light . The mountain is a dark shadow against a purple sky, cluttered with the lit windows of homes that are safe and warm, in the winters crisp air, as the morning awakes with the activities of all God's creatures. Birds are chattering and a song bird, sings out boldly his happy song, while delighting in the new day! Dogs bark and crickets whistle, humming birds flutter around the tree in front of me that is filled with purple flowers crowning on every branch, offering their beauty to heaven. Cars are beginning to make their way on the road moving people who are starting another busy day. Clouds slowly drifts up on the horizon. The star has faded along with lights of homes on the mountain. Behind the palm tree to the right, there is the golden ball rising slowly to announce God's majesty, another new day, a gift from heaven to me. His mercies are new every morning.
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