I was thinking the other day how thankful I am for a good night’s sleep. I don’t know that I fully appreciated the impact a night of sleep could have until I had children. Not so much the impact on me (though that certainly helps the day to go well), but the impact on my children.
I don’t know how long it continues, but it seems to me that very young children have a reset button that gets refreshed with each night of sleep. Sure they remember things and carry things with them that they’ve learned, but somehow every new day really does feel new with them. You never know what is going to happen, you can’t predict who will be happy and who will melt down, you could never guess the wonderful things you’ll be given to treasure in your heart by sundown.
As I was thinking about this, the thought of the Lord’s ‘new mercies’ struck me.
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. I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion; therefore I will wait for him.”
His compassions are new every morning. That is a blessed truth every day, but in having small children, at the end of some days that is all that keeps me going. I never know how a day will change my circumstances, but His faithfulness is great, His compassions never fail. His love runs deeper still, He is all I need, therefore I will wait for Him. Through the long days, through the long nights, into the next day, good or bad.