Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness. Lam.3:22-23.
This morning I wake early, while darkness softly dissolves into daylight. I creep downstairs in the sleepy stillness, brew a steaming mug of coffee, curl into the squishiest corner of the sofa, cuddle deep in my favorite blanket. In the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed. Kahlil Gibran.
This wraps arms of sustaining grace around my day:
The Grace of the Cross
O my Savior
I thank You from the depths of my being
For Your woundrous grace and love
In bearing my sin in your own body on the tree.
May your Cross be to me
as the tree that sweetens my bitter Marahs, (Ex.15:22-27)
as the rod that blossoms with life and beauty, (Numbers 17)
as the brazen serpent that calls forth the look of faith. (Numbers 31:4-8)
By your Cross crucify my every sin;
Use it to increase my intimacy with Yourself;
Make it the vigor of my love, thankfulness, graces;
And by it give me that rest without rest,
the rest of ceaseless praise.
O my Lord & Savior,
You have also appointed me a cross to take up and carry,
a cross before you give me a crown.
You have appointed it to be my portion,
but self-love hates it,
without the grace of patience I cannot bear it.
O blessed cross, what mercies do you bring with you!
You are only esteemed heavy because I shirk my load.
Teach me, gracious Lord & Savior,
that with my cross you send promised grace
so that I may bear it patiently,
that my cross is your yoke which is easy
and my burden which is light.
From The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotsions by Arthur Bennet.
Life surges through me, settles my mind and heart, recalls a thousand renewing mercies. Once again, the Way of the Cross does not seem so hard.