One Monday morning when we were remodeling our home I was driving from the lake into town and wondering what the day would hold.
From driveways, side roads, and intersections, there were cars whose drivers I encountered only from afar. Yet I knew that each driver was headed out into the day, also pondering what was to come.
I could imagine that some were reluctant, others were hopeful: some were anxious, others were confident: some were starting something new, others were just following routine. Yet all had a purpose, a destination, and an expectation.
At that time, our daughter-in-law had just started a new job. Her first day was tough, but thankfully things had improved during the week. On that Monday, I was going to meet our new library Director that morning, and I was hoping the new Director’s first day would be more encouraging. As it turned out, it was.
Each week we all start something new – for that matter, it is a new day EVERY day.
God’s mercies are new every morning. May we all remember to seek those mercies as we tackle – and enjoy – whatever the new day might bring.
fireflytrails 
New every morning. God is with us. We are never alone.
Amen. Thank you, my writing friend.