february 1st - Fail not
This I recall to my mind, Therefore I have hope. Through the Lord's mercies we are not consumed, Because His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness. "The Lord is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I hope in Him!" The Lord is good to those who wait for Him, To the soul who seeks Him. It is good that one should hope and wait quietly For the salvation of the Lord. Lam 3:21-26 (NKJV)
I am quite sure that if I was God I would not put up with a knucklehead like "Yours Truly!" I would drive me crazy--what am I saying--I do drive myself crazy. My duplicitous heart often betrays me. Let me see if you can relate: Even when it comes to watching my diet--I roll back the decision to be disciplined, "Starting Tomorrow." The days become weeks, the weeks become months, the months become years; and the only change in the intervening time is that I now have even more weight that I need to lose in order to please my doctor. Now apply the same prevailing problem to the rest of my life...you get the picture.
As I watch my grandchildren, I am impressed by their irrepressible energy and the consistency by which they push the limits of acceptable behavior. It is as if they delight in
putting the patience of their mother on trial. It is as if they are testing the depths and limits of a grandfather's love. It is as if boundaries are only there so that they can be crossed; rules only established that they might be broken. Little do they know that my love for them runs deeper than they will comprehend until they have children and grandchildren of their own.
I am convinced that our behavior--"OK, make it my behavior," presents the same kind of challenge for God. I push the limits--cross the boundaries--break the rules, and try His patience--and have done so since I was born into this world. I get tired of me...so, how can God still persist when even I am ready to throw in the towel on myself? I venture to say, "God loves me more than I love myself!"
Solomon, the wisest man that ever lived was a fool. He was a fool because he turned away from God and practiced the mischief and folly that he warned others against. He was a bitter old man, and yet, in the midst of his darkness he saw a flickering light of hope. In the middle of his lamentations he grasped a nugget of truth. "His compassions fail not. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness." Please hear me: God is not going to give up on you. His love will persist as surely as the Sun is going to shine.
Author's Note: I find the consistency of God's love to be extraordinary. I hope that I adequately expressed how undeserving an individual I am. (And I know, I have to live with me) The Lord must be fond of me, and I get a sense that my blunders humor Him in the same manner that my grandchildren amuse me with their antics. I do know as a certainty that I am loved and that God's compassions do not fail! RJD