Am I Enough?

“Am I enough?” He said.

“Yes, Lord. Of course, You are enough.”

“Then stop making excuses. Whatever you lack, whatever your need, I am enough. Come to Me.”

“I am ashamed Lord. I’ve done wrong. I’ve been hiding my sin, my self.”

“I see all. Come to Me, just as you are. Let Me cover you, clothe you in My righteousness.”

“But Lord, I failed You. I failed myself, I failed others.”

“I know, but I want you”.

“I want You, Jesus. But I’m broken.”

“That’s what I’m for. Give Me yourself. Let Me make you.”

“Lord, make me whole. Make me holy and wholly Yours. You are enough, Lord. You are intoxicating.”

“Yes.” He said. “I Am. “

You don’t have to be a victim of your failures, shortcomings, or circumstances. Every obstacle, every failure, every defect, every unmet need is a chance for Jesus to move on your behalf, to prove Himself in your life, and bring Him glory. Your defeat is Jesus’ opportunity to bring victory if you give yourself to Him. He is the God of the turn around, the God of a new beginning.

Sometimes it’s like digging deep and climbing and failing and falling and finding I have landed at Jesus’ feet. But then, He reaches down, and pulls me to Himself.

God is easy to please, but hard to satisfy. 

But presently He starts knocking the house about in a way that hurts abominably and does not seem to make sense… You thought you were going to be made into a decent little cottage; but He is building a palace. He intends to come and live in it Himself. – George MacDonald

God became man to turn creatures into sons: not simply to produce better men of the old kind but to produce a new kind of man.

The more we get what we call “ourselves”  out of the way and let Him take us over, the more truly ourselves we become.

Nothing of you that has not died will ever be raised from the dead.     – C S Lewis, Mere Christianity

My best is a gift from Him. My worst is an opportunity for God to do miracles and testify of His grace. I bring a lot to the table for Jesus to work with. I  just keep laying all my raw material, my broken pieces, on The Workman’s  table, putting my whole self, my life, in the Master Builder’s hands.

Jesus is my pleasure, my joy,

But I am not satisfied. I want more of Him, and Him to have all of me.

I never tire of Him.

He occupies my mind.

He’s the winner, the captor, and ruler of my heart, 

Rescuer and lover of my soul.

I am His.

© 2017     Rachael M Colby                 Tattoo It On Your Heart