The Way I See It: Joy
Photo prompt: Molly at Close to Home
I remember my affliction and my wandering,
the bitterness and the gall.
I well remember them,
and my soul is downcast within me.
Yet this I call to mind
and therefore I have hope:
Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
I say to myself, “The LORD is my portion;
therefore I will wait for him.”
An early morning in Morgan Hill, California
When I think of joy I think of morning mercies, new every day, and compassion that never fails.
Therefore I have hope. AMEN!