And He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for My strength is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore most gladly I will rather boast in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me.—To the praise of the glory of his grace, wherein he hath made us accepted in the beloved.—Not that we are adequate in ourselves to consider anything as coming from ourselves, but our adequacy is from God.—I am the vine, you are the branches; he who abides in Me, and I in him, he bears much fruit; for apart from Me you can do nothing.—I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
– 2 Cor. 12:9, NKJV—Eph. 1:6, KJV—2 Cor. 3:5, NASB—Jn. 15:5—Phil. 4:13, NKJV
Oh, my friend, we can get so wrapped up in our worth—or lack thereof. I know. I was there yesterday. Stressing and agonizing, I realized I didn’t feel good enough. Can you relate?
But here’s the thing. It’s not about you or me measuring up. We never can, and we never will. God doesn’t intend for us to live this life on our own merit or in our own strength.
He gave us JESUS, His perfect and only Son. His beloved. His delight.
Jesus became our Savior by faith, and He enables us to walk through life … by faith.
Successfully. Joyously. Purposefully.
It’s not about whether we’re good enough according to man’s standards. It’s about being conformed to Christ day by day.
“For whom He foreknew, He also predestined to become conformed to the image of His Son” (Rom. 8:29, NASB).
That’s God’s work in us, and He never does anything halfway.
“For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus” (Phil. 1:6).
So let’s not struggle. Let’s not place obstacles in God’s way because we think we know better. Let’s trust Him, knowing His labors produce Christlikeness in each one of us.
God isn’t making us better—He’s making us like JESUS.
“The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law” (Gal. 5:22).
In Christ’s Love,