Call me Jonah.
O Lord, have mercy.
may I be thrown into the sea.
heck, I am already there.
may I be swallowed and spit out by a whale.
heart turned, but for me, also placed
wherever the hell I am supposed to be?
because honestly,
God, I am kicking, and You know this.
I am running.
running in the completely opposite direction.
if any direction at all.
so, have your mercy, please!
the loving mercy that your Book says You have a lot of—
that boundless kind?
on my stubborn, stubborn
and want me to want You and your story SO badly,
You’ll even take me there to see what compassion looks like–
for others AND for myself.

until I see, I struggle, how I do struggle,
to believe.

Jonah 2:10
“10 And the Lord commanded the fish, and it vomited Jonah onto dry land.”

Jonah 4:10-11
“10 But the Lord said, “You have been concerned about this plant, though you did not tend it or make it grow. It sprang up overnight and died overnight. 11 And should I not have concern for the great city of Nineveh, in which there are more than a hundred and twenty thousand people who cannot tell their right hand from their left—and also many animals?”

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