I’ve always thought that God simply cannot resist us when we appeal to His tender mercy.
We cry out. He answers. He loves to show us His great mercy.
I read over and over again about this “God who is rich in mercy” and how the Psalmist prays that God’s “mercy [will come] quickly to meet us, for we are in great need.” I read in Isaiah, even, that: “In all their distress He too was distressed, and the angel of His presence saved them. In His love and mercy He redeemed them; He lifted them up and carried them.”
I know that we have a merciful, wonderful God. When I pray for mercy, however, it often comes in the form I do not expect or want. But I think I know what it should look like.
It suddenly occurs to me to pray, “God, I want to receive your mercy today, in whatever form it may take.“ I don’t want to limit God or imagine what mercy looks like. I want to look through the lens that it’s all His great, tender mercy today.
Did mercy take on a form you didn’t expect?