Today’s word: Mercy
I’m not sure what to make of this word MERCY. My first instinct is to begin waxing poetic about who I am and who HE is, but that wouldn’t be real today. It would be a show. And if I want the dance to be true, there is no place for showmanship.
So I’ll write until I figure it out. Dancing on the page in sharp jagged places instead of smooth curves and swoops. I feel more like a hip-hop dancer in this place, short staccato movement that look somewhat insignificant in isolation. Sometimes I wonder if the movement is just as much about the music as the dance. I never could keep a beat.
Where is the Mercy in this? I suppose it’s coming in the fact that I’m here in my imperfection. Could that be the mercy? The ability to be here in my own twitching skin, off beat to a music somewhere I can’t seem to find, yet still here? That may be all I have. Maybe that’s the beauty of mercy.
My imperfection is enough. Maybe the music will find me and the movement will come to a beat I don’t have to hear but feel. Maybe it will be a heartbeat, His heartbeat pulsing in my ears and my bones telling me it’s perfect.
Dance. Dance messy if you have to, but dance.
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