The Gift of Mercy

Years ago I took a spiritual gifts test, and my strongest gift was mercy.

For a long time, I thought it was more of a burden than a blessing. Feeling other people's pain so deeply can be heavy. Honestly I wished I could turn it down a little.

But now I see it differently.

My son said something recently that I'll never forget: "Mom, when you combine your writing with your gift of mercy, it becomes your superpower."

I loved hearing my son say that, but it also made me think.

Maybe God doesn't let us feel deeply so we'll carry the weight of the world. Maybe He lets us feel deeply so people who are hurting will know they're seen, valued, and never alone.

If my words can help even one person find a little more hope, a little more encouragement, or remind them that they matter to God, then I'm thankful for the gift He chose to give me.

Maybe the thing we've struggled to embrace is the very thing God wants to use the most.

One of the prayers I find myself praying more and more is this:

"Lord, connect me with the people who need the encouragement You've given me to share."

Not because I have all the answers. I certainly don't.

But because I know what it's like to need hope, to need someone to remind you that you matter, and that God hasn't forgotten you.

If my words can help someone take one more step, cling to Jesus a little tighter, or simply remember that they matter, then every story is worth writing.

That's the kind of connection I pray for. 🤍