That’s one of my favorite promises. I mean I get that all God’s promises are great, but this one seems to be one I need more these days.

God’s mercies are new every single morning.

I’m not exactly sure what that means, but I think of those delicatessens that bake their bread fresh each day. Every morning when you walk in, there’s that wonderful aroma of whole grain baked bread hitting your olfactory senses. To me, that’s heaven.

God never recycles His mercies. Each one is new. Brand new. Each one is meant specifically for you like a tailored glove is meant to fit exactly your hand and no one else’s.

I’m thankful for new mercies and old promises that are still coming true every day.