This morning I'm reminded of how I don't live but Christ who lives in me. Everything's not me, it's God. What a relief!
I don't do good works, God prepared good works for me beforehand that I could walk in them,
I don't lead people, God leads me.
I don't walk in righteousness, God makes me righteous.
I don't run toward God, He chases me down.
I don't use words of eloquence, God speaks through me.
I don't know anything, God shows me his creation and Himself.
I don't teach, God makes my weakness his strength.
I don't save myself, God sent his son to die in my place so I could live.
I don't sing to the Lord, God gave me a melody and to do anything but sing for the Lord makes no sense.
I don't do my will, God's will becomes mine.
I don't love, God shows me what love is and I do a messy, ugly job of reflecting it.
I don't breathe, God gives me breath.
So what do I do?
I die daily, so that through Christ I may live.
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