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Do you remember playing the game Mercy when you were young? It was a feat of strength. With hands clasped, each player would try to overtake the other by bending their hands back until the pain was so great the one overtaken would cry, "Mercy!" I wouldn't say I liked the game and only played it under peer pressure. Usually, I did not come out on the winning side.  Where on earth did we come up with such amusement? I do not know why our parents let us play it? Still, the meaning of mercy in those moments of impending pain clarified the situation if we were on the losing end. Didn't it?

Sometimes, understanding our need for mercy comes through painful experiences that rock our world, reel us into a reality we cannot control, and land us right in the middle of needing help. There is no question about needing it at such times, but how can we get it?

There are countless scriptures about the mercy of our God. Regardless of why we may need it, the One who can provide it is waiting to do just that. He looks beyond our faults and often uninvited circumstances to see the needs of our hearts. No game, no feats of strength required, for He is our strength and is waiting to help us.

Let us then approach God's throne of grace with confidence so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.

Hebrews 4:16 NIV


"The worth of mercies is best taught by the want of them."

- Matthew Henry

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