"New Every Morning" - A Poem by Annie Johnson Flint

This is a good reminder for beginning the year.  The old problems, the new ones; the old joys, the new ones - God's compassions and mercies are new every single day for whatever it is we have to face this year.  Every. Single. Day.  Let's take this with us as the constant promise that He meant it to be.

"New Every Morning"

Yea, "new every morning," though we may awake,
Our hearts with old sorrow beginning to ache;
With old work unfinished when night stayed our hand,

With new duties waiting, unknown and unplanned;
With old care still pressing, to fret and to vex,

With new problems rising, ours minds to perplex;
In ways long familiar, in paths yet untrod,
Oh, new every morning the mercies of God!

His faithfulness fails not; it meets each new day
With guidance for every new step of the way;
New grace for new trials, new trust for old fears,
New patience for bearing the wrongs of the years,
New strength for new burdens, new courage for old,
New faith for whatever the day may unfold;
As fresh for each need as the dew on the sod;
Oh, new every morning the mercies of God!

By Annie Johnson Flint

Lamentations 3:22-24  It is of the LORD'S mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness. The LORD is my portion, saith my soul; therefore will I hope in him.