"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases;
His mercies never come to an end.
They are new every morning;
Great is your faithfulness."
This is actually not the last Scripture I read, but it is the one that has been dancing in my mind over the last eight hours, thanks to a vintage worship song that I cannot get out of my head. The song is basically the verse itself, put to music.
I sang it quietly as Coo snuggled into her sling and fell asleep as we walked home from our morning church meeting. I sang it as the scent of coffee brewing drifted around me during lunch preparations, and while tidying up afterwards. I sang it when the boys and Coo and I spent time outside in the bright, freezing outdoors. The boys played football in the cold sunshine while Coo and I chatted about airplanes, birds, and our neighbour's dog.
I tried to sing it when we finished tea and I realised Mr J needed to change his underwear after failing to use the toilet in time. Again. I sang it with a measure of relief when Daddy arrived home from a full afternoon of helping our friends move house.
I sang it while I rocked Coo, as she cuddled tiredly against me.
And I thought about how true it is. I will never be the perfect mother, wife, or friend. But every day is a new day for me to trust in a faithful God, live in His light, and accept His grace.