It’s true.  God’s mercies are new every morning.  Beyond the reality that anything other than death is merciful (that’s kind of a harsh but wonderful truth, huh?), there is the amazing fact that there are so many unpleasantries of life from which God, in His great mercy, frees me.  I have no real right to ask for easier days or a stronger body or favor or better behavior from my kids.  Hardships are a part of life and even in them, God is already demonstrating mercy.  But I ask, nonetheless, because I trust in His goodness to me…I believe that His love goes further than it “has” to simply because He wants me to know that these mundane cares of my life matter to Him.

Today, I clearly saw His mercy poured out to me.  In all honesty, there are some days when it isn’t so clear to me.  So, I figure I need to make sure I point it out when it is.  I got up at 7:15 by choice…which is early for me when bedtime doesn’t happen until after midnight, and sleep is interrupted a couple times by a baby girl (and really, just a couple times…a huge blessing).  I prayed and read my Bible.  I spent most of the morning on my feet, when just yesterday, I couldn’t stand for more than 15 minutes without pain.  I folded laundry, made breakfast, washed bedding, and swapped out kids summer clothes for fall/winter clothes…with no pain at all.  This afternoon, I made lunch and organized Ava’s clothes and made pizza for dinner.  I was mostly patient with my kids today (this is really much more significant than it might sound)…and I even enjoyed being around them.  And while it certainly doesn’t qualify as the most productive day ever, it was far, far better than being forced to sit all day.

It is easy, sometimes, to think that God’s work in my life would be most breathtaking if He moved in big ways…with impossible answers to prayer, mountain moving and walking on water…but, there is something so personal and intimate when He moves in the every day, in the things that may not ever be noticed by anyone but me.  It’s in those moments that the reality of His love for me really hits home…when His working can’t be chalked up to any greater agenda or higher purpose than to simply let me know that He’s with me.  He knows the mundane details of my life, and they matter to Him.  That takes my breath away.