A Moment To Breathe: Find Rest In The MessSample

If You Know Him

Here I am, on my couch crying, again. I will never get myself together. I am such a failure. I am so tired of making plans and lists that land me right back where I started. I cannot fix myself.

It’s been five years since my last “failure” breakdown. I was done – I was so over trying to be better, do better, get better. I just kept missing my mark, my perfectionist pull myself up by the bootstraps, get it together mark. So I sat on my couch and cried out to the Lord. I threw up my hands and said, “I’m done.”

It was as though the Lord was waiting for those very words, because when I finally gave in to my deep weakness, I was able to begin relying on His strength. I am clay, and clay cannot mold itself. He alone is the One who molds and perfects me.

And the most wonderful life-giving news of all? As He’s still intimately molding me toward maturity, He doesn’t look at me as a failure. He looks at me and sees perfection and completeness because of Jesus Christ. Yeah, there’s still work to do with my humanity here on earth, but this is not my final home.

Don deal. Perfect. Complete. Right now. What sweet freedom. What grace. What an exhale!