"The quality of mercy is not strained;
It droppeth as the gentle rain from Heaven
Upon the place beneath."
~ William Shakespeare ~
Mercy, it seems to me, is a kind of undeserved blessing. It's goodness at the deepest level and the grace of God... How many of us have stories of being desperate, afraid, and unsure, and having had something or someone come to bless us? I imagine we all do, of one kind or another, and the beauty is that having been at the receiving end of mercy, we know how it feels, and if we keep an eye out, and wait for an opening, we can be the source of it too.
I am grateful for life's mercies.
