New every morning

Every morning a new hibiscus bloom welcomes me to the day. The previous day’s blossom is shriveled and fallen to the ground to be consumed by the earth. To be broken down and become part of the soil…eventually nourishing new growth. 

My yesterdays are in that shriveled blossom. Yesterday’s judgment, words I can’t take back, my dawdling or things left undone. Falling to the ground with barely a brush of sound are my days this summer filled with questions, doubts, joys, contemplation. And restoration. It takes a while for the fallen blossoms of yesterdays to decay, to return to the soil and become compost that nurtures another bloom. 

My mistakes and errors breakdown into the fertilizer of forgiveness that inform me in doing better.  Time in retreat can take a while to digest into nourishment for my soul. In the meantime, each morning bears its own bloom, reminding me to embrace a new day for what it brings.

Today brings me to you with gratitude. Gratitude because, unbeknownst to you, I have felt my feet planted in the soil of your presence. In these months of silence thinking of you has made me smile and encouraged me. And today is a new day to tell you so…thank you!

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases, thy mercies never come to an end;
they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23

with prayer for the grace you need to bloom today -
in this together….

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