Two minutes before midnight, and it is raining.
I had a not-so-good day, staying home and enduring lower back pain while running a thousand and one things in my head, and then hoping they would all sort themselves out after the long afternoon nap.
But now I hear raindrops and feel the cool breeze on my skin. And everything seems perfect and fresh. I hope the gentle rain continues its lullaby throughout the night…
Five minutes past midnight. A new day has come. I will rest and anticipate a fresh serving of the Lord’s mercies, more refreshing and invigorating than rain, when I wake up.
Great is his faithfulness;
his mercies begin afresh each morning.