Thankfully, God uses the weak things of this world. He uses me, and loves me, even though I’m me. Even though I let mountains of dirty laundry pile up. Even though I sometimes let impatience ring through my vocal cords. Even though there are days I don’t do everything right and wonder if I do anything right.
I’m not a brilliant scholar. I don’t have any significant titles, or initials, before or after my name. I’m more of a mistake maker, and a grace and mercy taker—respectfully, of course. When Jesus offers me grace and mercy I accept, because I’m in desperate need.
I want to love God deeply, soak in the words He gave me, walk overflowing with the love of Christ, and encourage others to do the same. I want to glorify Him with what He’s given me no matter how insufficient I feel. Because He’s sufficient.
On my own I’m not worthy of God’s perfect love. But, He still loves me. He still calls me to share His truth. So, I’ll attempt to share His Word the way I share it with our daughters. The only way I can, delivered by His power (not mine), filtered through His grace, and covered in His love.