Am I the only one that sometimes thinks that life is all about what I do?
“I gotta do this…I gotta accomplish that…I better make sure I do this thing…I couldn’t ever forget about that…” And on and on.
Because somehow, in the deep and dark recesses of my mind, there’s a little voice that sometimes says to me, “Amanda, you better do _______ or it’ll surely be the end of the world.”
Riiiiiightttt. And guess what? I fall for those stupid little tricks every time.
If I only do this, people will like me more.
If I only accomplish this faster, God will be more impressed with me.
If I would only dress this certain way, people would notice me and it would make my life better.
Why is it so hard to remember that my life is not about me?!
Remember Ephesians 2:8-9, anyone? “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.”
Somehow or other, I forget this sometimes.
It. Does. Not Matter. How. I. Do. In. Life. Because. I’ve. Been. Given. Grace.
Because of my faith (ALONE!) I’ve been given grace, which has saved me. And guess what? This isn’t my own doing, because it’s a gift.
Imagine giving someone a gift that was extremely expensive and the only one in the world. Instead of them enjoying their gift (and being profusely thankful), they insist that they earned it because of everything they do for you. You simply shake your head and try to explain that what they do is great, but them receiving the gift has absolutely nothing to do with what they’re doing. You just love them and wanted to bless them. But they insist that they had something to do with it.
Human, you don’t get it. I gave you this gift because I love you. You couldn’t earn it, you weren’t even close. This was a gift, not a prize. Love, not payment. A blessing, not a reward.
And I have to relearn this every. single. day.
And guess what, everyone? God is giving me grace to relearn it every day. Because why?
2 Corinthians 12:9. “But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me.”
His grace is sufficient for me. There’s enough grace for me as there is enough water in the ocean for a baby krill.
Life isn’t about me, it’s about Him, and what He’s done for me.
It’s so easy for me to focus on my mistakes, comparing myself with others, and how good my performance turns out to be.
But I have to remember (I think we all do) that our gift of salvation rests not upon what we do, but upon His grace.
Because it doesn’t have to be about me.