Linda

“I imagine the river began with tears. The tears cried for mankind when they first sinned. God Almighty dragged His toe across the earth He’d formed and left a gulley that needed to be filled. He sat atop that mountain and looked over His creation knowing what lay ahead. He’d have to send His own Son. Make His own sacrifice in order to give us salvation. Then God being God did what was necessary to save us from ourselves. Something important to bring us back into His arms. I figure through it all, He must have cried Hisself a river … a river of mercy filled by the redeeming blood of His own child.” That was it. The answer I’d searched for all along. I’d carried it with me the whole time, tied deep in the meaning of my name, buried in the song of the river. Mercy. It was all about mercy. Redemption”
― Cindy K. Sproles, Mercy's Rain: An Appalachian Novel