When I read Lisa Jo's prompt, I thought of an acrostic:
The last twenty four hours have brought out an angst, a frustration and irritation in me. Mercy has not described my heart. And not only did I have the opposite of mercy in me, I shared my feelings, with fervor, to those whom I love dearly and live within the four walls of my home. (Head hanging)
But just when the conviction of sin comes, and I acknowledge it, His Mercy washes over me when my heart cries out for forgiveness:
Thankful that when I'm wrong side up, HIS mercy meets me at the bottom and I find a way up and out.