reading through my journal tonight, working on prepping some talks, i came across this & thought it was worth sharing:
“i spend so much of my life on affirming my worth and pursuing my pleasure, it is incredibly humbling to consider serving One who is, in all ways, the sum of perfection. the disparity between my sin and his holiness is great than i could conceive or imagine. the brokenness of my character is greater than i understand.
and so, in this disastrous brokenness, where do i look to with hope? in what could i ever hope of hoping in?
only in this One that is outrageously different. this One, that by his perfection seems so far, is in reality the only hope for me coming close. close to him, close to life & purpose, close to what i ought to be.”