MercyMe

What did I think of when I saw MercyMe? I thought of hope, grace, mercy, faith. I thought of love that forgives and frees. I thought of the many times I’ve held onto my hurt and was reminded, through their music, that I can let go and let God. He surely has set the captive free. And, that captive? She was me!

My husband, Morris, and me went to Harrah’s Cherokee Center in Asheville North Carolina – along with my cousin, Crystal, her husband, Jamie, and two of her boys – Taylor and Tristan. We were expecting to see Zach Williams and MercyMe LIVE and we certainly did see them. And, what a show they offered up, praising the Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

This was a memory making, doubt erasing, soul embracing time for our family. We were not just entertained. We were invited to share in a worship service that felt like hearts were being stirred, souls were being welcomed, lives were being changed by the grace that poured through this crowd of listeners as they shared in a huge worship service that will stand out in my mind as a moment in time that left me inspired and more than enlivened.

While I can’t speak highly enough of these musicians because of their singing and playing, there is more… so much more. There is a light, a hope, a sense of His grace, His presence, awakening the fire in my soul, reminding me that I’ve been made whole and whatever comes in this life, I can know – Yes, oh yes, death has lost it’s sting. Death has lost its sting.

Pray for these wonderful singers/worshippers and remember to pray for me as I continue on this journey where I intend to devote as much of me as I can to the joy of praising the One who lived and died and rose again so that, one day, I’ll hold onto that nail scarred hand. I’ll hold on with all that I am. I’ll hold on because, when the end has come, there is only ONE who can take away the hurt and remind me that because of His grace, I can enter into the holiest of holies, with a heart who knows Jesus as the One who is – everything I will ever need, every reason I have to believe, every blessing, every grace, every breath of love and praise. Because He is mine, I never need to hide this light that is a fire inside, a fire that He inspired when He saved me from the cold, dark night. He saved me from that consuming fire that meant to take me straight to hell.

Thanks to Jesus, and thanks to singers like MercyMe, I know that there is hope beyond words, hope that His love stirred, hope that assures me I am loved. One day, I hope that I can thank Him in person for taking away the sin of the world. It you ever have the opportunity to see MercyMe, don’t hesitate. You will be blessed!

God bless you all! Thanks for reading.