I got to the end of the day frustrated by how many times I’d failed and fallen into anxiety, wanting things to go my way, according to my plans, and being discouraged in all I couldn’t control. And God brought to mind the phrase, “The Lord is my portion” (Lamentations 3:24). He reminded me that His presence is my portion every second of every day, and that there is always a plate in front of me, heaping with His grace and mercy.

Like when I was a teenager on a trip to Romania with my dad. The sweet church ladies who set our places at the table with multiple bowls and plates, told me I wasn’t eating enough and was way too skinny. That’s what God does. When I get to the end of the day, my plate is still full of His grace and mercy, and the next morning, He heaps on more. His mercies are new every morning, and never run out before then.