Two dusty little boys, scrambling in the dirt. All arms and legs and giggles. One pins the other down and says, “Mercy? Do you call mercy?” The one with the blond curls shakes his head from under the bigger, brown haired one. “Call Mercy.” Brown says again to blond, who finally squeaks out, “Mercy!” And the hold is released.
I remember this scene from childhood—brother, cousin, friend. Different faces in the mix but they would always wrestle until one of them called for Mercy.
Some days I feel like I’m in a wrestling match and someone is waiting for me to call mercy. But then perspective knocks on my door. I get the email update on a friend who’s battling breast cancer and just had her last chemo treatment before surgery. Or the text asking for prayer for a father who’s at death’s door. Or I read the article about the couple who lost their thirteen-year-old daughter to a peanut butter laced rice krispy treat. And my heart aches. So much pain and sadness. At any given moment, cries for mercy are going up to heaven.
And I realize, that on this day, I have much more reason to thank God for his grace than I do to beg for mercy. I may need that “mercy call” one day, so I’m going to save it. And for now, I’ll just be praying for those who are hurting all around me. Knowing that the God of All Comfort hears their cries, and mine.
**Five Minute Friday. This post is part of a link up of hundreds of writers who take five minutes and write with inspiration from the same prompt word. Today, that’s Mercy. Lisa-Jo Baker is the conductor of this writing orchestra. You can check out her blog here. And here are the rules, if you want to join in!
“No extreme editing; no worrying about perfect grammar, font, or punctuation.
Unscripted. Unedited. Real.”
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