I guess there is a part of me that wants to be good on my own merit. I want to be considered good because of what I did. I want to be praised for my accomplishments.
But God looks at me and simply says,
"You don't have any."
"Everything you have - I gave you. Every molecule of oxygen, those coffee cups, a joyful heart - all of it, I gave you."
So, what does that leave me when I can't feel you're gifts?
Faith. The courage to keep believing.
But courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, "I will try again tomorrow."
