A Gentile woman who lived there came to him, pleading, “Have mercy on me, O Lord, Son of David!” Mt. 15:22
Jesus, I want to be more like her. I don’t plead enough. I expect too much. Sometimes I feel entitled to mercy.
Today I want to remember that I do not deserve it. I cannot earn it. I do not have a right to it. It is simply your gift.
As I extend my hand, pleading for mercy, I hear you say.
I forgive you.
I love you.
I redeemed you.
I will exalt you.
Jesus I love you. I hope that I always make you happy. I know that you want to give me an abundant, full life. Help me to live like that always.