“The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.” – Lamentations 3:22-23
A pale grayness peered through the driving rain as the car’s wipers struggled to keep up. Another late night, another early morning; the time between inconsequential except for the desirousness of sleep that beckoned helplessly. Like a maiden that stands on the porch, sheltered from the torrential downpour, bidding her prince, her dearest love, goodbye as he rides off, departing for the calling of the war which awaits beyond the shelter of the nearby mountaintops, so does one leave the warm bed on days like this. The only consolation, that warm mug of bitter brew that awaits at the top of the hill in the cozy coffee shop, and the beloved, worn Bible – God’s word; like an old friend, they await your arrival.
As the car door shuts, the cold, driving rain forces you to step a pace or two quicker beneath the overhang of the shop’s storefront. In the back of your mind, you try to assure yourself that even though the dying car battery has already caused you to brave the elements once, hopefully, there will be enough charge to get you started and off to the next stage of the day’s journey. Settling into the bench amongst the row of singular, small tables with a warm mug in hand, you are reminded that even in the midst of the storms, you have learned to find joy amongst the crashing waves and lightning bolts. Even though the car might fail, even though the roads were covered with water, you made it safely, and now, find comfort in those familiar pages: the shelter, the peace of Christ that passes all understanding.
Yes, there might be ominous skies above, the roads might be washed away, but we can know that there will be joy, even in the darkest of mornings.
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