Every day, almost without exception, the
thoughts murmur through my mind.
Scoffing. Criticizing. Accusing. “You aren’t good enough. You aren’t wise enough. You aren’t holy enough. Why don’t you just give up? After all these years of trying and
struggling to become a better person, what do you have to show for
yourself? How much progress have you
made? Are you any more mature or godly
today than you were yesterday? Just
admit it: you will never be enough.”
It’s like I have this cup. A cup that I made with my own hands. It is cracked and stained and ugly. It once brimmed with idealistic hopes and
ambitious aspirations. Now, there is
nothing in it. It has been drained by
the harsh realities of just trying to survive this life. A life that sometimes includes disease,
difficulties, disappointments, discouragement.
My cup is empty. I have nothing
to offer.1 The striving. The efforts and energy that never seems to
amount to anything. Is it true? Will it ever be enough? Will I
ever be enough?
Once again, as I have
done so many times before, I come before the Lord, offering Him my empty
cup. And El Shaddai2, the
All-Sufficient One, fills it with Himself.
