Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for psalms of loudest praise…

I’ve been trying to think of a name for a blog for a long time. It’s one of those stupid writer’s block tricks where you make yourself feel productive because you’re thinking about what you’re supposed to be writing, but you’re really just procrastinating. I’ve come up with different names depending on where I’ve been in life and what I’ve been hoping to capture in my blog. But the other day this idea came to me, kind of out of the blue and it just seems to have stuck.

What’s more, it fits. My entire life, no matter where I am or what I am doing has been and is being shaped by God’s mercy. There is nothing good in my life except what has been provided by the never-ending stream of his kindness and provision.

As I have been writing this the blue sky outside my window turned to clouds and rain began to fall in a torrential downpour. That is the way that I picture God’s mercy. It is made up of many individual drops all falling so thick and fast that they turn into a drenching stream. My life is saturated in his goodness.

So I’m calling this humble presentation of my thoughts Streams of Mercy, because I hope that it will be a small representation and reflection of the mercy that has been poured out on me. I hope that my thoughts will engage with my world in a way that is shaped by and shares that mercy. I hope to be an overflowing vessel, filled with the living stream.