I stumbled across this beautiful blog today and read Rhi’s post on failure:
As much as I wanted to drink it in, every word she was saying, in my heart I felt myself saying, “But you don’t know what I’ve done, you don’t know the ways I’ve failed. My failure doesn’t even qualify as failure, it’s been so bad.”
Yea I’ve been on a tough ride this last little while.
And then I thought,
You know what. There is something I’ve learned from my failure. It has not been completely unproductive and devastating.
I’ve learned about mercy.
Mercy that is always undeserved, because that’s it’s very nature.
Mercy that brings you to your knees with unrelenting tears of thankfulness.
Mercy that holds you, and strengthens you, and compels you to love.
Mercy that triumphs over judgment.
Mercy from the throne.