New Every Morning

Nearing vesper light yesterday evening, we walked to All Saints Episcopal Church, Tybee Island, (I love being a little more than an easy half mile walk to church) for Taize music and contemplative prayer, soup supper, and discussion of the same video series we were doing at nearly the very same time back at home (SSJE Love Life). All Saints' vicar, Helen+, is a gift to the Church, and the little congregation could not have been more gracious and welcoming. Shouldn't church be the one place you know you can always drop in, wherever you are, and be fed?  

This new day began with an early morning walk on the beach at sunrise. I've decided I like to be on the beach at the parenthesis of the day--near dawn and dusk. The quiet is its own contemplative prayer. 

 

As the poet writes in Lamentations 

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases,

   Your mercies never come to an end;

they are new every morning;

   great is your faithfulness. 

'The Lord is my portion,’ says my soul,

   ‘therefore I will hope in you. '

The Lord is good to those who wait

   to the soul that seeks you. 

It is good that one should wait quietly

   for the salvation of the Lord.