Hope in God's Mercy

Lord, when I remember who I am and what I’ve done, I can barely whisper, let alone cry to You.  Because You have loved me and forgiven me, I want to honor You. Yet I continually struggle to understand what this “honoring” means. And I find myself so impatient, Lord, that to wait for You and to compel my soul to wait -to be still- and to trust in You and hope in Your Word…are beyond my limitations. I can’t do these things. Oh, Redeemer of Israel, please do these things in me.

Walking wounded,

Broken hearted,

I confess, I’ve fallen once again.

You are patient and forgiving,

And Your love is never-ending,

I am weak, and yet You hear me call.

Recover me

That I may be

A life that’s worth giving,

Worth living for.

And may I find,

Your touch is kind.

A love that’s pure healing,

Truth revealing and free.

Recover me.

            In this autumn season, while death falls all around and the promise of a cold, bleak winter is upon me, Jesus, I call out for Your mercy and the promise of Your Springtime in my life. Hope is not found in what I can see, but in You, whom I know. And so I wait for You. I choose to wait for You. Lord, help me to wait for You.