I love the word mercy, and for some reason I like better the English word than the Spanish one (which is misericordia). I love it for what it means, for what it has done to my life. Perhaps I like it better in English because I’ve experienced it in English. I don’t think I used to understand it at all in Spanish. To me, mercy was some form of nice and kind love, something very nice that was related to God, but that was it.
Now, I fully understand what it means. Sometimes I stand in awe while thinking how unworthy I am of such mercy, yet I receive it abundantly. I think about all the ways I need to make myself worthy of such gift. It’s going to be a long road, but I’m willing to walk trough it.