Mercy

When this week’s word came to me, I was praying for it.

During my prayer I envisioned times where my brother and I would entangle our fingers and twist each other’s arms until one of us cried “Mercy!”. That was the goal anyway; most of the time it was a battle of wills because we were both stubborn.

In my conversations with the Lord I pray for mercy, fully understanding that continued suffering could very well come first.

As a believer in Christ, I am fully at the mercy of His divine provision, direction, and power, because I have given my life to His purposes. He forgives me and has compassion on me because He loves me.

Often, I ask for mercy on behalf of someone I care for and love, especially when I know they love Jesus and trust Him too. Knowing that my prayer is heard and understanding that God loves that person even more than I do, gives a peace that I hardly understand, but it also comforts me as I know that I’ve left my concerns with the One who can do all things.

Even while I hope for God’s gift of relief through His mercy here on earth, I have true comfort in knowing that mercy will come, along with all the glory and praise for a loving Father who prepares an eternal life with no suffering or tears, only joy. That in itself is a merciful blessing.

There is mercy offered, accepted, and carried by a Pilgram leaving burdens at the cross that I accumulate along this pathway of life. Offering intercession according to God’s will, for His glory and always in the name of Jesus is my offering to all.