Tender mercies

Christmas and all of its joys has blessed us this week.

As time has rushed onward, the glow remains, but the days march on.

It’s still living in my heart, though, as I see my girls pulling together, as I feel help from beyond, and as I see a multitude of tender mercies in my life.

Christmas is a miracle.

It opens our eyes to what we have.

It also opens our hearts to what we could be, and I think that’s why, sometimes, I feel down after Christmas.  I see how far I have to go.

This year, though, I see so much more clearly that the Lord is there, ready to lift me there.

This month has been a rush of blessings.

Seeing them poured out has opened my eyes to the fact that they’ve been poured out all along.

But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint.

Isa. 40:31

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