New Day

Earlier this week, I was driving to work and enjoying God's kaleidoscope of colors in the sky. The combination of color and clouds made for quite a show. It was pink, then it was orange, then it was yellow. The sunrise was truly amazing. Pictures wouldn't do it justice. It's always a pick-me-up when God shows off in nature.

The next morning, the cloud formations were a bit different, so I prepared myself to be wowed again. I drove and I waited...

And I waited...

          And I waited....

                    And I waited....

Nothin.

Nada.

Zip.

Zilch.

No colors in the sky.

No amazing light show.

No "Wow, do it again" moments.

Then it dawned on me (pun intended). The sky was white.... like a blank canvas, waiting for the Artist to begin another masterpiece. But God was waiting on me to join Him in the day before he would reveal to me what the day would hold.

Each morning is a chance for newness. A new day. A fresh start. New mercy. New grace. New compassion. New love. And a new chance to love the people put in my path to extend to them new mercy, new grace, and new compassion.

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. Lamentations 3:22-23

Victory!

Today, I got my first letter from my Compassion kid in Uganda. His name is Victory. What a great name! His actual name is Twesigyemukama Victory. Let's all say that together. Twi.. twes... twees.. tweyseeg... uh... I think I'll stick with calling him Victory.

Part of the letter (which is a form they fill out if they are able, and he is able) is to add some drawings, which I have included here.


Here's what he wrote:

Dear my beloved friend Karen,
Praise God Thank you For choosing
me to be your Friend.
I hope God will keep us alive and our frien
dship last. God bless you.

I typed it just like he wrote it so the line break is supposed to be there. This makes perfect sense to me, but they also added a translation, which doesn't make much sense at all. Maybe one day Victory will be a translator, but right now he wants to be a mechanic.

You know, sometimes it seems like our friends are too busy or that they have forgotten us. I'm glad to know that I have a young friend in Uganda who hopes our friendship lasts. I hope so too, Victory.