Tuesday, June 26, 2007

Mercy Help Needed

Well Friends... I need mercy. Not for myself, right now (though I'm sure I do). I need it to give away. I've spent 3 days painting and preparing a pretty yellow room in a friend's house, and today I'm moving my stuff in. On Saturday I moved my dressers in. And...just got a call from the new house. The day after I moved those dressers, a cockroach appeared in the kitchen. The house has never seen a cockroach in the last 2 years! I'm all discombobulated and not sure what to do. It's going to be a major effort to try to make sure any more don't move over with me...lots of time and money too, as I'm heading soon to the store to get traps, bay leaves, anything that will help prevent them.

But my heart, my heart is the problem right now. I asked the Lord really quick if He had something to say about it before I started my day. Yep. Right to the point. Matt 9:12-13. A sermon I've heard 2 times in the last two weeks. He loves mercy. He desires mercy.

NOT for those roaches--oh no. I'm sure David was partially referring to them when in Psalm 59:5 he asked the Lord, "Do not be merciful to any wicked transgressors." No, the mercy I need is to lavish out on the owners of the house I've been in for the last 6 months. My heart is racing around, getting all mad that they didn't tell me there were cockroaches and floods before I moved in. That they never called in an exterminator. That they're renting out a room in an unfinished basement for the price everyone else is renting out 1st floor bedrooms for. That I smelled musty for the last 6 months and none of my friends told me because they didn't want me to feel badly. Argh. Now I want to say all those things and more to my landlords (who are EXTREMELY sweet people).

So, I ask the Lord, and what does he say? "I love mercy." "I desire mercy." He doesn't want me to just keep my mouth shut out of obedience to kindness, nor out of the exercise of taming the tongue--both of which would definitely fall into the acceptable sacrifice category. Denying my soul, right? Nope--He desires something better and deeper, both for me and those I'm temporarily mad at. My heart is to be changed in this; changed so that it voluntarily (not sacrificially) pours out mercy on my landlords and does not demand an accounting, nor vent frustration, nor harp on the extra hours of effort and waste of money this is costing me. Oh God--give me mercy to give away! Forgive my anger!

Any friend who happens to read this today or tomorrow is happily welcomed to pray that He would pour out the mercy, so that I can pour it out too!

Thanks for commiserating :)

Tuesday, June 05, 2007


My niece in Kansas City has one of the sweetest baby-hearts I've ever met. She loves people...not in the sense that she's always hamming it up, but when she looks at you, she really sees you. It's amazing and beautiful. Here's a chubby glimpse of the cuteness that goes along with that heart: