When I drive to work in the morning, I am brave. I am held by music and my breath feels strong under a vast and opening sky and I think of all the things I will say and do to make it better—mend what is broken, be a better friend, a better therapist, a better worker …
Why does the bravery vanish when I step into my office? When all the concrete details of this thing I must tend rise up to meet me? It’s easier to maintain the status quo. It’s easier to just do the job, fill the space, run on auto all day long.
And lately I’ve been feeling like it will take a miracle to fix some things. Because I’m not brave enough. Or smart enough, or strong enough, or big enough. I’m not enough.
In the commentary I am reading, William Barclay says, “The one essential for a miracle is faith … The way to a miracle is to place one’s life in the hands of Jesus Christ and say: ‘I know that you can make me what I ought to be.’”
I know that you can make me what I ought to be.
There was a time I tried to do it on my own. Who am I kidding? I still do. When everything is on fire all around you the hardest thing to do is stand still, open the hands, and offer yourself up. These seasons of doubt always seem to level the field—doubt is the plough that runs over me, tilling the soil of my heart, preparing it for a new planting.
I am not enough.
I don’t have to be.
And neither do you. Let the freedom of that truth be planted deep inside of you today.
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