I have always been intrigued by the owl. You know, if spirit animals were a thing I believed in, then maybe the owl would be mine. Believed to be watchful, have sensitive hearing, and to be a symbol of wisdom in some cultures, these characteristics seemed to match my own watchful, discerning movements.
As a child, I was also the one who woke in the night, hiding flashlights under my covers so I could finish the last few chapters of the book I was reading. Staying up late into the night to put the finishing touches on that school project. And now, as an adult, laying…non-stop thoughts spinning around and around in my head.
Yet, I remember another story my mom used to always tell me: “We would wake up to you, just cooing and talking to yourself. You were always the first one up and ready in the morning.”
Talking. Ready for the day. Waking everyone with my voice.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh each morning. Lamentations 3:22-23
These days I am not always ready when the alarm rings at 4:45am. I have not always been the one who has risen before everyone else in the house begins to stir. But as time has moved along, I find myself once again up and ready, babbling and cooing in the wee hours of the morning while all is still. While I revel over his still and quiet mercies of a brand new morning, and a still small voice that can be heard in the mess.
This journey is about new mercies. It is about the mercies and graces given in the midst of the unexpected. The small treasures we hold onto and cherish when life and everything we hold dear seems to be slipping away.
And through these next unexpected weeks, I will be sharing those new mercies daily. Join me. They are there. Just waiting for us to witness, embrace, and enjoy. Even in the chaos. Even in the uncertainty. New mercies. Every day.
Let me hear of your unfailing love each morning, for I am trusting you. Psalm 143:8