Five Minute Friday: Mercy
Rheinbach As part of a the Five Minute Friday writing prompt, I’m to take the word “Mercy” and write non-stop for 5 minutes. This is right up my free-write-and-don’t-stop alley that my students are all too familiar with!
Here goes:
Mercy
When I hear this word, I first think about Uncle Jesse from Full House. You know how he always said, “Have mercy” in his best Elvis voice? This show is now part of our regular daily routine as Miss Sassy Pants is — for lack of a better word — literally in love with Uncle Jesse. I will agree. John Stamos has always been cute; and as the loveable Uncle Jesse, he stole my young heart as well.
But then my brain moves to another definition of the word. The definition that takes me to the Lord. In the most horrifying moments of my life, I prayed and prayed for mercy. For salvation. For an easing of the pain.
Luckily, I’ve never been in such physical pain that I needed to pray for an end to that (unless you count labor pains which we all know eventually end).
Instead, I’ve dealt with emotional pain. Loss. Sadness. Fear.
Have you been there? Have you had the carpet pulled right out from under you sending you straight to your knees?
What seems like many moons ago, I was forced to tell someone goodbye. Someone I would see over and over again. Someone I was madly in love with.
I prayed and I begged and I pleaded for mercy. I prayed that God would bring this person back. That all would be right again. That my life would return to normal.
It never did. That person left. Was out of my life in that way for good. Never to come back.
And still I prayed. I prayed for a miracle. I prayed for some saving grace to bring this person back.
It didn’t work.
A few years later, I had stopped praying for this. I had made peace (for the most part) with the fact that this relationship would never go back to the way it was. It was over. Finished. Kaput.
And that’s when the mercy happened. That’s when a few metaphorical doors opened, and Aaron entered my life.
I always say that the Lord is funny. Yashiro He’s hilarious, really. He does things and puts things in our path that cause us to look at life another way. To live with something we may find sad or horrible.
But then, he opens new doors.
Thank Heavens for that mercy that seemed like it would never come. Thank Heavens that I have Aaron in my life now.
Now, every time I see my knight in shining armor, I, too, can be like Uncle Jesse: “Have mercy.”
Stop.
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