Week’s End: A Benediction

I look out over a rain-rinsed evening from my third story library window, a cup of hot tea sitting on the windowsill. The air is calm and quiet; a few streaks of clouds are pale pink. I can hear the song of a few crickets as I watch the heavy white blooms of my crepe myrtle tree bob in the slight breeze.




The weekend is closing; another week is about to begin.

Sunday nights are a time of transition, from rest to routine. It occurs to me that life is full of transitions; mini ones like this one, recurring weekly; larger ones like the transition from summer vacation back to school that many are experiencing now.

Our lives, it seems, are about change. We learn to release past emotions, plans, circumstances, relationships. We yearn to embrace new fulfillment, friendships, opportunities, successes.

Someone at church today reminded me of this beautiful stanza set in the heart of Lamentations:

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;

    His mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning;

    great is Your faithfulness.

Whatever tomorrow may bring for me, or for you, the blessing of each mercy-wrapped evening is the promise of continuing love and new mercy in the morning. So very great is Your faithfulness, O Lord.




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