Sunday’s Promise

For with you is the fountain of life;
in your light we see light.

Psalm 36:9
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ!
In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope
 through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead,
and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade.
This inheritance is kept in heaven for you,
who through faith are shielded by God’s power
 until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time.
In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while
you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.
These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold,
which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise,
glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.
Though you have not seen him,
you love him; and even though you do not see him now,
you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy,
for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls.
1 Peter 1:3-9

A new week awaits you and I. Although it may not be without challenge, it still is full of hope and promise. A fresh slate. We start refreshed. We purpose to do so in the way we got ourselves to church, even if we have come reluctantly, out of duty, guilt or true humility. We have received a message to ponder. We have taken part in worship, corporate prayer, and possibly served in an area of gifting for the joy of serving Him in this small but faithful way. Or maybe, it was one of those days when it took all of our energy to just show up, and secretly we hoped we could just slip quietly in and out without anyone noticing. But grace found us, despite ourselves and we have been exposed to a measure of light. We came expecting something. Even if only to see whether we can take Him at His word.

As I walked to church this morning I realized how Sunday reminds me of how, He really does make all things new. And how I desperately need that by the end of the week, regardless of what the week has brought my way. Sundays are to me a new beginning. God is all about new beginnings, after all. New mercies, hope, strength, these are all His promises for us.
The past few weeks as I have taught my Sunday School boys their lessons, I have contemplated the gift it is to teach. Teaching is the gift of seeing, through the eyes of a child, always. Not to be childish, but childlike. The ability to let God take you by the hand, open your eyes of faith and see the lessons new, fresh and significant time and time again. The stories, lives and lessons of David, Samson and Joshua have not been lost on me. There are no coincidences in God’s perfect economy. Only divine ordination and His holy agenda. He wastes nothing. He uses every opportunity to speak to my life and yours. Do I hear him? Do you hear Him? Do we say,  “Speak, Lord….your servant is listening” ?

     So the week starts anew and the Lord bids me to drink. He searches my parched places. He offers me Living Water. I being, thirsty, drink as I gaze into the eyes of the everlasting. Are my circumstances perfect? Of course not, but am I refreshed in the hope of His promise, ready to face all that lies ahead, sifted by His hands of grace?
I say, “Yes”.
Bring it on.
I am counting on Sunday’s Promise.
The promise that says:
….but whoever drinks the water I give them will never thirst.
 Indeed, the water I give them will become in them
a spring of water welling up to eternal life.
John 4:14
For the Lamb at the center of the throne
will be their shepherd;
‘he will lead them to springs of living water.
‘And God will wipe away every tear from their eyes.’
Revelation 7:17
*This post is dedicated to my special blogging friend Pam
with love and prayers for the journey.


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Dawn Paoletta is the author of Journaling for Discovery and Delight. Her writing is included in several anthologies and her poems have been included in the Wickford Poetry and Art Exhibit and Books. Dawn is currently working on her next book. Inquiries at

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