“Let, I pray thee, thy merciful kindness be for my comfort, according to thy word unto thy servant.” Psalms 119:76
Once again I have to smile and take a breath as I read the Scripture. This verse is a prayer from the psalmist to His God, My God, for His mercy and that this mercy bring comfort to him.
I am so glad that I do not follow after some dead religion of this world that was thought up by some sinful man or woman. I am so glad that I do not bow down in front of a statue that I purchased at a store. I am so glad that I do not have to appease some dead man or woman who some sinner has proclaimed to be a saint. No, my friend, I get the privilege of flinging myself at the feet of my Father, my Saviour, my King, the Lord Jesus Christ.
The Great I AM purchased me with His blood and gave me my pardon from hell. I don’t have to work to obtain His love. I don’t have to repeat some mantra or contort my body in a yoga position to gain His divine attention. Matter of fact, He beckons me to come boldly to His throne where I am assured to find help in my hour of need.
Isnt it a wonderful thing that we can simply call out and ask Him to comfort us with His mercy and kindness, EVEN when we are being afflicted like the psalmist is experiencing?
Thinking on this is moving me to tears as my heart’s voice lifts up toward the Heaven and calls out to Abba, my father. My heart pleads for comfort and mercy as I deal with this life’s trials. Even in intercession for my friends and those who write in to me and ask for prayer I am able to beg Him for mercy and be assured His comforting hand is near.
As a child I had gotten into trouble and disciplined by my parents. I remember crying in my room and feeling like a miserable human being. I had on a long flannel nightgown with yellow flowers and I was twisting it in my hands when I heard my daddy’s voice call me to the living room of our trailer. He patted the old black vinyl couch and let me come lay down and watch the tv with him. I learned that night that mercy comforts the hurting heart and I could trust my daddy to always have my best interest in mind. He was showing me what God, the Father, was like. [the picture today is of me and my dad]
Did I deserve to be disciplined that night as a little girl? ABSOLUTELY! I was a stinker! Did I deserve to come in there and cuddle up next to my daddy and find mercy? No, but that is what love produces – kindness and comfort. How thankful I am for godly parents and a wise dad who taught me one of the greatest lessons I could have ever learned as a Christian! God loves me and will comfort me.
Sometimes trials are brought to teach us, sometimes trials are there for chastisement, sometimes we step in a trial out of sheer carelessness. Whatever the reason we find ourselves with a hurting heart, we can be sure that as children of God (if you are saved by grace through faith), we can run to the arms of our Father and ask Him to show us comfort through His mercy.
He is rich in mercy (compassion):
“But God, who is rich in mercy, for his great love wherewith he loved us,” Ephesians 2:4
We can obtain mercy (compassion):
“Let us therefore come boldly unto the throne of grace, that we may obtain mercy, and find grace to help in time of need.” Hebrews 4:16
We can cry to Him as Abba (our Father):
“And because ye are sons, God hath sent forth the Spirit of his Son into your hearts, crying, Abba, Father.” Galatians 4:6
Maybe you need to find some time today and get alone with your Father and ask Him for some comfort. He will give it to you, you can trust Him.
Until Next Time, Lord willing,