Humility

I've been praying for God to humble me more. I think it's working, because I'm starting to see what a wretch I am in everything that I do for myself, how wicked I am apart from Christ. It is tempting to be driven to despair, to lay around and cry for myself, but that is definitely not humility. I need to fall to my knees before the precious cross of Christ, to cast myself upon His mercy which never fails, to follow His footsteps wherever they lead, to praise Him that, although I am a failure to the core, He is MIGHTY to save all who call upon His name with a pure heart. JESUS! Help me. I need new life in my soul today.

This morning, Daniel and I read about Adoniram Judson. What a mighty man of God! He was tortured in prison in Burma for 17 months, came back to his mission to bury his only son, lost his wife shortly after, and his baby daughter just six months later. He was utterly alone. Yet the Gospel was what gave him hope, what caused him to keep going, what encouraged his weary soul in hours of turmoil and suffering.

As both James and Paul wrote, trials produce perseverance so that our faith may be completed, tested, and purified....Lord, bring on the trials! Give me a desire to follow you wherever you may lead, and I promise that I will, no matter the cost.

"God created the world out of nothing, and so long as we are nothing, He can make something out of us." --Martin Luther