As I was winding down after another day at work, the Lord brought to mind how I fit (or am supposed to fit) into His perfect plan. This is the outworking of that thought process.
Who am I?
I am fallen. I am a sinner deserving of hell. I am dust and
of no value — on my own. I am burdened. I am weary. I
am headed to destruction — if it were not for Him. I am a
failure. All my righteous works are as filthy rags (Isa. 64:6).
I am not my own. I am His.