“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
There’s nothing like going to bed after a difficult day of stress or tragedy and waking up to what feels like a blank slate. But what’s even better is when this happens to our souls.
About four years ago, I went through a tragic experience that sent me into a multiple month mayday. I vividly remember feeling nothing for the first time in my entire life. I was completely numb. Of course, I immediately ran to many vices in search of a cure. It’s funny how in that moment, it made more sense to me to "amputate my own leg and replace it with a prosthetic" than to face the pain of the “bullets.” But the whole reason I was able to justify the "amputation" in the first place was so I could feel something. Anything. Even if it was only to convince myself that I was still alive.
It didn’t happen overnight, but somewhere along the way, something changed. I gradually became more and more aware of the pulse of my soul’s heartbeat.
The gift of life is like no other, but there is only one that supersedes it. That is the gift of salvation. It’s one thing to wake up with breath in your lungs, but it is entirely another to wake up every single morning with a mercy that you’ve never met before. And there it is, waiting patiently for you when you wake up tomorrow.