Who am I to be here? To draw breath in a place where the air is so sweet and fresh? To have all I have? To be given such love to pour out? To have strength and health and nourishment? Who am I? I'm a nobody.
I didn't earn this. Not a speck of it. All is a gift. "All's Grace" (Ann Voskamp)
And I'm humbled. Because it's too much.
And I guess that's where He wants me. On my knees, open hands raised, reaching to receive and working to pour it out. It's why I was made - the reason these muscles and bones and neurons were formed and weaved. For this.
I'm humbled. Humble. Unworthy, yet made worthy by His Righteousness imbued.
"Those who are left will be the lowly and humble, for it is they who trust in the Name of the LORD." -Zephaniah 3:12 (NLT)
Who am I? Oh, Jesus, I'm no one. But You have made me a someone. By Your blood you rescued and redeemed and transformed me. And now my identity is simple - I'm Yours. No more, no less. And today I'm humbled again. Just as yesterday. As the day You saved me.
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