When Mercy Runs

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Sometimes life is messy and we litter our memories with past mistakes. We hold onto them like they somehow belong to us instead of at the feet of mercy where Jesus paid for our messy mistakes. Mercy runs towards you, like the father running towards his prodigal son we clearly see the heart of God.

Bring your baggage or come empty handed, the love of God never runs out of grace and mercy that runs towards us. 

Come let me wrap you up, it doesn’t matter where you’ve been; it only matters that you are here now. So come and love will make sense of your mess

“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.” (Luke 15: 20 NIV)

This son took his inheritance and squandered his wealth in wild living, but when he came to his senses he knew exactly who he could turn to.

Prodigal means ‘reckless, producing generous amounts of waste’. This son felt unworthy to even be called a son, but love wrapped him up and reminded him of how much he belonged and said, “Let’s have a party.”

Most of the time our biggest obstacle is our past, our fears that linger in dark moments, and the trail of insecurity that brings with it.

I hear so many stories from people that I am privileged to minister to and most of the time it’s things that happened decades ago that are still tripping them up.

A mistake they refuse to receive forgiveness for.

A wrong that was done to them.

Forgiveness that they need to extend.

A heartache that not even time can erase.

I whisper, “Do you really want to be free?”

Most of the time the answer is a tearstained yes and sometimes they just cannot let forgiveness flow freely, their baggage has become their security blanket. Their battle wounds have become their identity badge and the things they believe make them the most recognizable.

If only they could see the way mercy runs. If only they could get that it doesn’t matter where they have been, it only matters that they are coming home. This is the grace I want to extend. This is the grace I want to live, mercy that runs, arms that wrap them up in a welcomed embrace.

Friend, I don’t know what you are carrying from yesterdays mistakes but I have learned that we only hold onto things we can’t stand to part with. Perhaps it is time to return home empty handed and messy. Let mercy run towards you and receive the grace that we all desperately need. There will never be a shortage of grace.

You belong. You fit. You are needed and necessary. Let go of the trail of past mistakes and insecurities that used to define you. Freedom and forgives is waiting.

Much love,

Jennifer Renee

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