It’s been a rough couple of nights with not much sleep. The baby’s having a growth spurt, and there’s just no way to go but through it. It’s demoralizing to get up in the morning feeling so tired, and it easily creeps into the spiritual realm. This particular morning, I felt like I would have to doggedly do all the work, putting one foot forward in front of the other, and drudgingly try so hard to be the best person I could, the best mom, the best Christian, and strive to do everything perfectly right, even if it drained me.
I love how God comes in to rescue me. Paul writes in Philippians 3 to guard against pride. He says if anyone could boast based on performance, it would be him. He followed the law of this earth better than anyone else, and yet he considered it all garbage because of Christ.
Philippians 3:7-9 “But what things were gain to me, these I have counted loss for Christ. But indeed I also count all things loss for the excellence of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them as rubbish, that I may gain Christ and be found in Him, not having my own righteousness, which is from the law, but that which is through faith in Christ, the righteousness which is from God by faith”
It takes the pressure off, doesn’t it? God doesn’t need me to perform spectacularly. That notion comes from me. My faith today, to claim that His blood has made me righteous, is enough. He already sees me as redeemed and victorious. It was good to be reminded of that this morning, before I started down a path that would have lead to certain defeat by, say, 9 AM. He has already fought my battles, and it is only my job to trust Him in faith and walk in the victory He has won for us.
It helps me carry my head a little higher today.