I’m a wreck. A complete mess. At times a deprave sinner, and at times a sincere follower of Christ.
I’m not there yet.
Sometimes that gets the best of me, and I fall apart wondering why God would choose to use me for the proclamation of good news. How could someone as jacked up as I am, possibly serve any purpose in the advancement of the Kingdom? And at the basis of all that, how could He even love me?
Here’s what I’m coming to learn and appreciate -
The Gospel is not about me or you. It’s not about us, because it’s for us. It’s not about our strengths or our weaknesses. It’s about Jesus. Only Jesus.
So, the next time you fail or the next time you do something great, do not focus on yourself.
Focus on Jesus.
When your eyes are fixed on Him, you’ll forget about you.
