Friday, June 28, 2013

Dear God,

Your mercy is sweeter than honey.  What gift is any better?

How easily I can fall into old ways and old habits.  I can stumble right in to old, familiar territory.  I can make the same mistakes, sin the old sins, and shred my own faith.  I am sorry to say I have the capability.

But why am I telling you this?  You know more about me than I know about myself.  You know every crack and tittle.  I guess I say it aloud because I need to be aware of my person.  I need to confess my penchant for being less than you want me to be.  I need to own my fractured places.  I need to draw the line between what is good and what is not so good.  I need to have a spirit standard by which to live.  I need to talk with you about making me better.

That's where your mercy comes in.  It is always available and accessible.  I know mercy awaits me.  It is as close as my breath.  I know I don't deserve it.  I know I am not worthy of so great a gift.  But you are God, full of love, compassion, and mercy.  You know my flesh like no one else.  But you also know my faith and my desire to live up to your will for my life.  I know I do not have to grovel for your love but I do need to own my wrongdoing.  In that way I will know the value of your mercy, sweet, sweet mercy.

Thank you,
dear God,
for reminding me
of your plan
for my life.
Thank you
for holding
the bar high.
Why would
I want
to slither
on my belly
through life
when I
can rise up
to see
the clouds
of heaven?
Teach me
your ways,
O Lord;
show me
the truth
that sets
people free.

Love, Andrea