Jeremiah 52:16 - Lamentations 4:18
Most mornings I go for a walk. It gives me time to think. (We might have talked about this before.)
On the mornings when things aren't going particularly great I like to walk by myself. On those mornings I walk and I pray.
Sometimes my prayer echoes the thoughts of Jeremiah...
"Thou hast removed my soul far off from peace....my strength and my hope is perished...remembering mine affliction and my misery...my soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me." (Lamentations 2:17-20)
It never seems to fail, once my soul gets in its humble place my eyes become open.
I see things I might not have noticed before.
Every new morning it is the same.
It begins as I notice His beauty surrounding me ––I hear the brook flowing and the birds chirping. I feel the breeze on my face and the warmth of the sun on my shoulders. Then, somewhere within, my heart begins to swell with the gratitude.
There, within the gratitude, comes the whisper of a great truth ––if He is the creator of all this goodness and the designer of all that surrounds, if He gave attention to the detail of the smallest white blossom and added a brilliant yellow flower to the top of what most would consider a simple weed, if He shaped trees whose giant boughs would offer shade from intense heat and grasses that would whisper gently in the wind, then what might He do with my life?
Through His compassion and His mercy might He take this soul that longs for peace and prosperity, that yearns for strength and hope, that cries within from affliction and sometimes even misery, and make it something more?
Could He create goodness?
Could He give attention to the small details, and add brilliance to the parts that seem too simple?
Might He offer refuge from the intensity?
Could He whisper gentle words of inspiration along the way?
If my soul were to become humble, would my eyes become open? Would I see the things I haven't noticed before?
The compassion? The mercies?
His hand creating and defining my life. Adding brilliance. Refuge. Inspiration. Beauty.
Would I become new?
"This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope. It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning."