Settle in, friends. Here’s a long one…
It’s a late night. Worry has taken the night away. The possibility of the few precious drops of sleep that I so crave will soon drift away with the sunrise, and I cry out to my God for strength and help. Wrapped in the warmth of blankets upon my bed, I seek the warmth of His loving arms. Oh, that I could hear His voice and be wrapped in His loving embrace. The image is at the forefront of my thoughts right now because I am in need of Him.
I have been thinking a great deal about mercy these days. There is someone in my life who I am struggling to love authentically. In my mind, I have spoken words of mercy and from my lips it all sounds really great. But then the encounter comes and I am left in the dust by the reality of my resentment.
I found myself wanting to say to the person in a moment of reflection, I forgive you. But then, haven’t I already said that? Why the need to repeat the statement? The urge I have to mend this fence that I already believe mended might indeed be because the Lord is telling me it is still broken. What am I missing?