Each day I am overwhelmed that God would allow me to be an active
participant in His service. I don't deserve it, but I have learned not to
I am fully aware of the fact that I do what I do because of God's amazing
grace and not because I feel that somehow I am worthy of the honor of being
called a servant.
You see -
I didn't come from a rich family so I could never claim privileged lineage.
I don't have a degree on my office wall so I can't claim profound
I rarely ever wear a suit and tie, so I can't claim a corner on style.
And I always have Romans 3:23 to show me the reality of a sinful life.
Then I look at what God has allowed me to be a part of and I am humbled and
broken because I don't deserve it. Then God gently reminds me that He has
adopted me as one of His sons and suddenly my point of view changes:
I do come from a rich family - so I can claim a privileged lineage.
I have access to the Wisdom of the ages and He has profound brilliance.
I rarely wear a suit and tie, but my Father clothes me daily in His grace.
And I always have Romans 3:24 to show me the reality of God's justification
of my sin.
What God allows me to do has everything to do with who He is. My place is
at His side serving His interests - not my own.
And when He decides to use me, I want to be ready - never second guessing
my Savior but willing to say, as God's Word so eloquently states, "Here am
I, send me", and then I shouldn't be surprised when He does.