There’s nothing like running across written word that speaks truth in such a way one can’t deny it was God-breathed. Yesterday I was scrolling through my Facebook newsfeed, and someone’s words caught my attention. It was something I had never heard before, and I wasn’t sure if it was a song or a poem, so I immediately asked where it was from. Come to find out, this was an original poem written just a few days prior by the person who posted it.
I just couldn’t get it out of my mind, so today I went back to it and asked if I could share it with my readers. I just know it will touch some of you the same way it did me. It’s too good not to share, and I’m grateful to Lauren for allowing me to do so.
From the Author
The poem came from my quiet time a couple of days ago. For so long I have wrestled with being good enough and dealing with the shame of my past. But a breakthrough came as I wrote this. I was on my knees, desperately calling out to The Lord to cleanse me and forgive me.
He whispered to me that he saw me as pure, and he had never left. I realized at that point I had been wrapped up in pride and trying to fix myself when that’s not what I’ve been called to do.
The moment Christ died on the cross, he died knowing what I would do and who I would be and that I would turn my back on him time after time and hold onto my anger, my shame and my guilt as my god. YET he died for me still and pursues me and draws me to himself. Nothing more, nothing less than I am. He loves me at my worst and best all the same.
Before continuing on to this poem, I ask that you re-read what Lauren said. Wow! Even in those words my own eyes were opened. She said, “I realized I had been wrapped up in pride and trying to fix myself when that’s not what I was called to do.”
She’s so right. That’s already been done for her. God is the only one who can fix our brokenness, and when we spend most of our days trying to do that ourselves, we miss out on all of the opportunities God has placed in front of us.
Another friend of mine posted something very similar to this today. It’s from the book,Undaunted, by Christine Caine : The enemy would like us to feel such a depth of disappointment that we never find our way back to the plan God has for us. Some disappointments seem so big we will never overcome, and that is exactly what Satan wants to convince us of. If he can keep us stuck in a rut then we miss out on all the awesome appointments God has laid out for us!
I Am Nothing
I am nothing
I have nothing to bring
I can’t clean myself up enough
I don’t say the right things at the right time
Crap, I just judged. Dang it I just sinned.
I cannot be good enough. AND I don’t have to be……
He sent his ONLY son to die for me, the dirty, sinful, proud, angry me
I am everything in Him
I am fully clothed in his righteousness
I am made whole in Him
He takes my sin, my
Bumps, my bruises and sees me as pure, white as snow as he looks at the cross, his son and the dark crimson blood flowing down
There is no good apart from
Him and thank goodness
I come with filthy rags that are my good intentions, my best efforts
He comes with blood-stained hands and feet
He picks me up, holds me close and walks with me
His eyes never leaving me
His voice always whispering that “I am his”
I am nothing….apart from him
I have nothing to bring… yet that’s what he wants
I am not clean… yet he sees me as pure
I can’t say enough right… yet he speaks to me and through me
I fall and fail… yet he picks me up, fights for me & draws me near
I am not good enough…. Thank God
written by Lauren Barksdale of Ft. Worth, TX Lauren is the founder of Soul Fitness. She is a stay at home mom and loves to share AdvoCare and the opportunity for financial and time freedom. She has been married to Ben Barksdale for 6 years and has two children; Evie Grace who is 4 and Hudson who is 18 months old. Lauren has a passion for health and fitness and incorporating that into everyday life as a Christ follower
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