{"id":14123,"date":"2026-02-16T03:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-02-16T08:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/?p=14123"},"modified":"2025-12-31T14:38:03","modified_gmt":"2025-12-31T19:38:03","slug":"remembering-his-faithfulness","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/2026\/02\/16\/remembering-his-faithfulness\/","title":{"rendered":"Remembering His Faithfulness"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Two-minute read.<\/p>\n\n\n<div class=\"wp-block-image\">\n<figure class=\"aligncenter size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"576\" height=\"1024\" src=\"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Blue-and-Black-Modern-Good-Morning-Mobile-Video-576x1024.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-14124\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Blue-and-Black-Modern-Good-Morning-Mobile-Video-576x1024.jpg 576w, https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Blue-and-Black-Modern-Good-Morning-Mobile-Video-169x300.jpg 169w, https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Blue-and-Black-Modern-Good-Morning-Mobile-Video-768x1365.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Blue-and-Black-Modern-Good-Morning-Mobile-Video-864x1536.jpg 864w, https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/12\/Blue-and-Black-Modern-Good-Morning-Mobile-Video.jpg 1080w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 576px) 100vw, 576px\" \/><\/figure>\n<\/div>\n\n\n<p><\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Every morning, we get to try again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>When I attended Weight Watchers years ago, we had an exceptional leader named Tonja. Blonde, blue-eyed, with an incredible smile, she made everyone feel loved and welcome. Anytime I felt discouraged, Tonja had a way of picking me up. After the death of my nephew, I will never forget how she comforted me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>\u201cWhen you lose someone, it\u2019s like someone pulled a nail out of a board; it leaves a hole that can never be filled.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I\u2019ve thought of those words so often in the last decade, they have proven true. No one can fill the hole left by a loved one. Tonja taught me another valuable lesson, one I still use today. When I would have a \u201cbad\u201d week, either I didn\u2019t lose any weight, or I stayed the same, she would say, \u201cToday\u2019s a new day. Let the past go and start again.\u201d And so I would let go of the past and start fresh, trying again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The Lord does the same thing for us every morning. Every day, we fall short of the mark. Whether we say something we regret, we do something we know we shouldn\u2019t have, or anything in between, God gives a do-over every day. Instead of making the same mistakes, we can say and do things differently. And if we fail, we can try again tomorrow. God\u2019s unending mercies allow us to keep trying until we get it right. We can make amends when we need to, ask for forgiveness, and then do our best not to repeat the offense.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>In the first thirteen years of my marriage, I made more mistakes than I care to admit. Hurting Ron with words causes me the most shame. But God used those instances to grow and mature me. Accepting responsibility for my actions and asking my husband for forgiveness humbled me. Because of those moments, I saw a part of myself I hadn\u2019t seen before, and I knew I needed to change my ways. Through therapy, I dealt with the underlying issues that caused me to say destructive things. With prayer, supplication, and work, the Lord helped me transform into someone who no longer says those things. Because of God\u2019s mercy and my husband\u2019s grace, I had the chance to do things differently, and I did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Each day, we get to try again. Using the Lord\u2019s mercy as an opportunity to do better will transform you. Over time, you will leave the poor behaviors in the rear view mirror, and respond more like Jesus, with love and compassion to all.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading has-text-align-center\">Journal Questions:<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">When has someone given you a second chance that changed your life?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">How can you do better today than yesterday?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">What does God\u2019s fresh mercies mean to you?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<h3 class=\"wp-block-heading has-text-align-center\">Application:<\/h3>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">Thank God for renewing His mercies daily.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Two-minute read. Every morning, we get to try again. When I attended Weight Watchers years ago, we had an exceptional leader named Tonja. Blonde, blue-eyed, with an incredible smile, she made everyone feel loved and welcome. Anytime I felt discouraged, Tonja had a way of picking me up. After the death of my nephew, I&hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/2026\/02\/16\/remembering-his-faithfulness\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Remembering His Faithfulness<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-14123","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","without-featured-image"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14123","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=14123"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14123\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":14127,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/14123\/revisions\/14127"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=14123"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=14123"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.honestreflections.net\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=14123"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}