Have you ever felt unworthy? And I don’t mean that put-yourself-down “I’m pond scum” kind of unworthy. I mean, have you ever pondered on what Jesus did for you? And then recognized how very unworthy you are?
Over the last couple of years, God has blessed me so abundantly. I live in a beautiful area. I am able to teach from the comfort of my home. I have a wonderful church where I serve by coordinating the drama ministry and by leading a small group. I’m married to a great man who supports me in so many ways.
I often shake my head (literally!), wondering how He could possibly love this flawed, weak woman as much as He does.
I am unworthy of His blessings. Oh, but He—in His unimaginable grace—sees worth in me. So much so, He trusts me to help fulfill His mission. Amazing grace.
Then I read verses like this, and I’m humbled again. And convicted.
Humbled because I am redeemed by the “precious blood, as of a lamb unblemished and spotless, the blood of Christ.” God the Father saw enough worth in me, He sent His beloved Son to pay the price for my sin (John 3:16). I resonate with the words of the psalmist: “Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way?” (MSG, 8:4).
Convicted because I have to ask myself, do I really “conduct [myself] with fear [with reverent awe] during the time of [my] stay on earth”? I pray I do. I know I want to. It’s my heart’s desire to somehow, in some small way, give back to God a fraction of what He’s given me.
To somehow let Him know how grateful I am He sees worth in this cracked, unworthy vessel.
Amazing grace. Indeed.
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