Do You Love What I Love?

Do you love what I love?

Do you love mercy -

not as a virtue to practice,

but as a womb to return to?

In Hebrew, the word for mercy -rachamim,

comes from the root word rechem: Womb.

This is no accident.

This is no metaphor.

This is Revelation.

A whisper from the beginning:

God is not just Father,

God is also Mother.

The womb does not demand worth.

It gives, before anything is earned.

Warmth.

Nourishment.

Belonging.

It carries.

It covers.

It says:

“You are mine, I see you, I will not let go.”

Do you love what I love?

He sees the whole story.

The places love once was,

and where it never had the chance to be.

He does not look at what is seen

He sees the pain behind the choice,

and still…

He loves.

Mercy sets the guilty free,

not because they are good,

but because He has never stopped

seeing them as His.

Not just to have mercy -

Love it.

Let it form you.

Shape you.

Undo you.

Let it become your breath.

Let it lead you back to the beginning.

Mercy is womb.

The womb of Heaven on Earth.

It births what was lost.

It protects what is still growing.

It holds space

for what has not yet become.

Mercy does not rush.

It does not flee the labor.

It stays.

It listens when there are no words.

It sits in the silence and whispers:

“I’m not going anywhere”

The Labor of Becoming

Mercy is not weakness.

It is the strength that waits.

It is the love that labors.

It stays like a midwife in the night,

unmoving in the groan,

calm in the tension,

whispering, “Breathe… you’re not alone.”

It sees what is coming,

yet honors what is still becoming.

It does not rush the birth.

It holds space.

Because of the Lord’s great love, we are not consumed. His mercies are new every morning.

Mercy is not a one-time rescue.

It is a home.

A womb.

A rhythm of return.

Do you love what I love?

As this love pours into your heart,

you begin to understand.

Like a mother carries life.

With tenderness.

With resolve.

With hope that holds through the dark.

Mercy is creation.

Mercy is birth.

Mercy is the place where God begins.