We’ll spend years, Lord, toiling for a mention in the books of history.
But the world forgets… forgets the greatest and the worst.
Yes, and dinners and parties and conversations and worth.
But all spotlights dim.
Left in the dark again.
Where does this leave us?
Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.
Of all the books, this Book is the only one that matters to have your name in — a matter of Life and death.
Nevertheless, do not rejoice that the spirits submit to you, but rejoice that your names are written in heaven. (Luke 10:20)
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days. (Psalm 90:14)
And the reminder that while the world looks for elites, ‘cream-of-the-crop,’ the perfect people… You came for the broken! You came to heal the broken!
…the LORD has anointed me To bring good news to the afflicted; He has sent me to bind up the brokenhearted, To proclaim liberty to captives And freedom to prisoners. (Isaiah 61:1)
Jesus answered, “It is not the healthy who need a doctor, but the sick. I have not come to call the righteous, but sinners, to repentance.” (Luke 5:31-32)
Good enough? Not good enough?
By Your standard, none is.
But here is the place for Grace.
And by grace, through faith (not because we were good), but by the gift of God, we receive the acceptance that our souls have long cried out for.
Then Lord, may all thoughts of inadequacy, all worries of worth, all doubt past-present-and-future be laid to rest. Let the only work they achieve be to prompt us to seek You.
Thank You for loving the broken.
But if it’s true You use broken things
Then here I am Lord, I am all Yours