I am a mess and I need Jesus.
This is the hard lesson I have been learning. But I'm am realizing that there is a freedom in learning it. In realizing I can't do it, that I'm not enough. There's a freedom. It's the freedom of realizing I can't do it so I can stop striving to be what I'm not, I can stop performing, trying, doing. Because I can't. I am not enough.
But. He. Is.
My Jesus is enough. And He's the only one who can make me enough. I don't need to try to be enough, because simply I can't be. When I stop "trying" and just rest in Him He makes me enough. He makes me into what I'm not. He uses me in spite of what I'm not.
I am not enough. But He is. I can't do it all or even just part of it. But He can. I don't have it all together. I'm a mess, I'm broken, weary and tired. But He isn't. He's not overwhelmed with what I'm not. It doesn't scare Him. Instead He pours out His love and invites me saying, "Come, watch and see what I can do in and through your mess. See what I can do in and through YOU." And when I do I find this incredibly joy and freedom of being wanted and loved in spite of my failings.
So, yes, I'm a mess. But that's ok, because somehow my Jesus makes that seem small. In His unending love He calls and says, "Come", and when I do I find that He is enough. And suddenly all I want to do is to shout,
"THIS IS MY JESUS! My Jesus who makes a mess into something beautiful!"
~Rachel
