Me and God have a good relationship.

He’s far less fickle than I am. Not at all, actually. He’s so set in His perfect ways, I can’t convince Him to bow to my reasons to stay silent and small.

And He’s relentlessly kind.

His opinion of me is higher than my own, despite my glaring and obvious flaws.

He sees a different picture and longs for me to view myself through His frame.

Like Gideon in the wine pit, I’ll often whine about my inadequacy.

To which He answers, “Mighty man of valour”.

Like Moses in the desert, I’ll protest that my voice is insignificant.

To which He replies, “Pick up your stick (mine’s a pencil) and set some captives free!”

Like Esther, I'll insist that I’m not invited into the room.

To which He replies, “Stand before kings, you were born for such a time as this.”

In the end, who am I to argue?

If He says I’m awesome the humblest response is to agree. Right?

I know who I am, in myself. I’m right in my flighty estimations and feeble self-esteem.

But this gig is no longer about me.

I’m hidden in Him!

The limits have been lifted. It’s no longer I that live, but Christ who lives within me.

You, my friend, are a masterpiece. Don’t doubt it!

Stand tall, and fearlessly show up without excuse.