When I was on break, I reflected on how God’s mercy shined and helped me to be oh so grateful. Before my break, I pushed so hard that something should have attacked my body. I worked so intensely sometimes, that I missed when my children almost got hurt. At times I forgot to meet my husband’s needs. Phone calls went unanswered. I forgot a meeting or two. If it wasn’t for God’s mercy,

I would have been sick;
My kids would have been harmed;
My husband would have been mad at me;
Some friends may have left; and
Some contracts would have been broken and a host of other losses.

God’s mercy—not giving me what I deserve—is ever present and brand new every morning. I thank Him that His mercy begins with not allowing my home to be the hell He prepared for Satan and his imps. Jesus’ death and resurrection saved me from my certain penalty of hell and continues to save me today from myself. I praise God for his mercy seen in greater measure when considering how He kept me before my break.

How has God had mercy on you? Think about it daily and praise Him greatly. He definitely deserves it.

Copyright 2010 by Rhonda J. Smith