i've been thinking a lot lately about mercy.
that rare quality that 'is not strained'...
that is an attribute of God...
that tempers justice...
my lowest gift.
i score really really low on mercy.
as in, zero.
in 2006, God played such a joke on me.
he gave me a baby girl whose name was 'mercy'.
that was her given name at birth-
we added 'emma',
but her birth mom gave her that lovely name
as her only gift
and we kept it.
letting the justice of a crime be forgotten.
not giving someone what they deserve as punishment.
hard for someone like me-
a black/and/white, prophetic,
no-nonsense type of person.
i'm an 'off-with-her-head' soul.
a shylock if there ever was one.
oh! but God has had such mercy on me.
such unmerited grace
and such undeserved putting-away
of sins and punishment.
how could i do less?
and so i ponder mercy.
and i look at my little daughter
and am in awe
that God- so intentional- reminded me
and gave me her.