Mercy

I always hated it when my older sister wanted to play the game called 'mercy'. Her arms were longer and stronger than mine and she had long fingernails. And when she'd bend my fingers back so far that they'd almost touch my wrists. Ouch! I hated the game, but I hated saying 'mercy' even more. Saying it meant I had given up and given in to her. That she had won. I hated when she won.

To me, mercy was a sign of weakness. A sign that I couldn't, wouldn't ever match up to her and her strength.

It wasn't until many years later that I realized that mercy didn't mean weakness. That it meant love.

But God is so rich in mercy, and he loved us so much,.....Ephesians 2:4

It was because of His great love, that He bestowed mercy on His, while we were in our sin, Christ gave His life for us.

He wasn't giving up as much as He was giving in to the plan God had for Him, for me, for mankind.

Mercy is not about weakness. It is about love. May I love mercy and show mercy as He does.

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