The idea of creating a blog is both cathartic and terrifying. The suggestion of displaying personal reflections in a permanent and public way gives me pause, as I consider the sanity and validity of my own musings. However, the opportunity to place thoughts into writing so they won't be forgotten is powerful...maybe not for others' benefit but for my own. "How far have I come?" "What lessons have I learned during this season in my life?" "What in the world was I thinking?...or NOT thinking?" "What would I do differently the next time?" The possibility for personal growth and reflection is endless.
The opportunity to save memories while they are fresh and clear is what draws me the most. I think of how many times I have told myself "I am going to remember this moment!" only for it to become fuzzy and clouded or to disappear altogether until someone comes along and says, "Remember the time when..." I never have been good at remembering...or at least remembering with clarity...and these are some times in my life that I want to remember so that I can learn and grow, laugh and re-live, ask forgiveness and repent.
Reflections of His Mercy seemed such a fitting title for this blog since that is what my life is...a reflection of the Mercy of God. If it weren't for the mercy of God, I would not be here in this place. God, through Christ, has loved me, walked with me, disciplined me, picked me up when I've hurtled head-long into the pavement, and proven time and time again that His mercy never fails. I want to be...I earnestly desire to be... a reflection of that Mercy to others. I want to be transformed into the image of Christ, so that others will know the boundless joy of unconditional love, the freedom from bondage that comes with repentance and forgiveness, and the peace, contentment and acceptance that comes from being lovingly held in the arms of the family of God.
