You don’t measure my strength, my ability, my productivity, God. You don’t see me as I so often see me. I can despise me, yet You look at me, and You find delight in me. I praise You, God, for Your mercy that is not contingent upon my performance or my self-sufficient strategies or my wherewithal. I resent my ill performance, and You lean into me, here. You don’t look away, You look in with mercy.
