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?