Which one of us has not found ourselves on our knees beside David joining our voice to his when he cried out to God for mercy in Psalm 51?
I know I have – more times than I care to admit.
We come with David to this place of grace with no excuse for what we have done or failed to do and with no ability to fix what we have broken or cover what we have done. We come with a profound sense of desperation coupled with a Spirit-energized fear of the displeasure of God and the very real possibility – even probability – of His chastisement. Humbled and broken, we come before His presence clinging to one hope and one request –
Mercy. Based on God’s lovingkindness.
And this hope in God’s nature moves us to ask again and again for this mercy! And again and again – He grants that mercy! In fact, the writer of Scripture reminds us that this mercy is fresh every morning!
We come thirsty for grace and He gives us rivers of it!
Though freely offered to us, this grace is far from cheap. It came at infinite cost charged to the account of One who never sinned in order that sinners like ourselves might go free. From the blood shed by His own Son this grace flows to all who thirst for it.
Like David we come broken and marred by our sin asking God to wash us and cleanse us from the filth of our sin that has defiled us. We come asking for renewal and restoration from the brokenness and damage our sin has wrought upon us and even others. We long to reconnect to God and to experience again the joy of unrestrained fellowship.
And from this ocean of mercy comes a river of grace that flows over us and waters our dry and withered soul – and we are graciously helped by God to drink of that mercy.
So we drink. Deeply. Desperately. Thirstily. Hopefully. Repeatedly. Thankfully.