From the exact center of the Bible's book of tears comes its most defiant sunrise: 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.

The hymn was written in the rubble. That is why it holds. Today you learn hope's real address: not in circumstances, but in character, His.

Great is your faithfulness was not written at a harvest festival. It was composed by a man with gravel-broken teeth, sitting in a burned city, choosing what to call to mind. Hope, in Lamentations 3, is curated memory: the deliberate recall of God's character when the evidence on the ground argues otherwise.

Hebrews gives the memory its firmest anchor yet: God has spoken by His Son, the exact representation, and the Son sat down, purification finished. Mornings will keep coming with mercies attached. Meet each one with the poet's discipline: yet this I call to mind.