Five Minute Friday Prompt: Mercy
Throughout my life I've made mistakes. Some I cannot even speak of for the sheer mention I fear may bring shame upon my children. I held onto the pain for so long, wearing my badge of courage while I was knee-deep in despair.
Thoughts of mercy did not come easily. There were whispers. There were mentions. There were prayers and tears. But not until I accepted the gift freely and let my heart take over did I witness the true mercy given to a wounded soul.
We all have these places where we hope no one will go. These spots on our hearts that are so deep and trembling with fear that to expose it would bring sheer terror. But with quaking hands and knocking knees I try to give that terror a voice.
Allowing mercy into my life has not been easy. I bring up the past, give God reasons for my failures and try to explain away the pain. Or worse, I say nothing at all.
I let the battlefield rage on in my mind. It is strong. It is fierce. It is a fight for my soul.
Now I know the One who saved me. The One who bore my shame and died so I could live.
His mercies are new each morning and no matter what I say or do I can rest in the knowledge that I am forgiven, loved and redeemed.
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