19 Remembering mine affliction and my misery, the wormwood and the gall.
20 My soul hath them still in remembrance, and is humbled in me.
21 This I recall to my mind, therefore have I hope.
22 It is of the LORD’S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not.
23 They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.
Sometimes by bedtime, I feel that I have nothing left. I am sure I am not alone in this. We live in a world that seems to drain us of energy, creativity and strength.For many of us, being in life transitions, starting a new career, managing the schedules of several children, homeschooling, and working hard to provide nutritious, healthy foods for our family require that we stay at the summit of creativity. Sometimes it seems that I need to spin gold from flax. I am sure many of you are in that same situation. However, there is no magic spinning wheel. We can spin diligently and we will only have flax when we are done.
For all our diligence and good intentions, there will always be things that are undone at the end of the day. There will be things that can’t ever be finished and things that are broken that can’t be fixed. If we allow it, our pillows can cradle a mind filled with despair and defeat. At best, some of us will go to bed just not having a plan sufficient to accomplish what needs to be done and wondering how we will approach the new challenges of tomorrow.
That is where God’s mercy comes in. If we are in right standing with our Heavenly Father, we have been bathed in his grace and mercy all day. Through all our challenges a stream of beneficial love bouys us along. It is sufficient and it is specific. We can trust in this love to get us where we need to be and to keep our heads above water. I believe it is when we try to do things in our own strength, paddling with all our might or abandoning ship to take our own direction, that we become fatigued and defeated, at risk of being consumed by life’s difficulties.
I praise God this morning, as the sun rises in the East, there also rises a new tide of mercies and compassion for me. My Father loves me! What a thought. While I was sleeping, He was spinning. He is able to spin the flax of my good intentions to make golden thread. He also can weave from this thread a beautiful fabric. From the plain material that is my dreams, aspirations, and abilities, He makes a thing of comfort and beauty. While I sleep, he wraps me in a garment of new mercies and unfailing compassion. He has spun gold from my flax.