One of my friends has started jokingly referring to herself as Jobetta, Job’s little sister.
In the last few weeks friends have taken hit after hit. Death, cancer, accidents, broken bones, sick kids, drunken drivers involved, plane crashes, car crashes, life plan crashes.
It’s heavy stuff.
The first few hits certainly connected and I felt them.
But the blows have been coming fairly steadily since the beginning of September. I’m tired of having bad things happen to people I love. There is no magic dust to sprinkle over these situations. Yes, God is at work and hope is present; but that doesn’t shorten the path, does it?
No it doesn’t. (I’ll answer my own rhetorical question, wink.)
But there is nudge in my soul to look for small mercies and name them.
And they are there. Again and again. Small mercy upon small mercy.
No, the path may not be shortened, but it can be sprinkled with twinkling lights at night and small flowers during the day.
I do not understand how small mercies work. They feel a bit like facing Goliath with a sling shot. But right now, I am leaning into the power of mercies and in this season the mercy offered is paradoxical. The more I notice, the more there are. No, the road may not be shorter, but the burden carried on the road is lighter.
I lean over, find another small mercy, pick it up and load it into my slingshot.
Thank you Jesus for the small mercies offered. Please help me have eyes to see them. Amen
What small mercies have been extended to you this week?