More often than not I catch my self-talk saying, “What is it that you have to offer that anyone would care about?” I’m not uncommonly interesting or wise or funny. When I look at myself, I tend to notice more what I can’t do than what I can. It doesn’t take long before I feel incapable and then I start doubting—not a good place to be.

But you know what? That’s all just one big lie. Jesus loves me, in a ridiculously amazing I-don’t-care-who-you-aren’t-or-what-you-can’t-do sort of way. He made me exactly how he wants me—it delighted him to do it. He has me where I am and doing what I do because he knew that I’m the best person to be me. He paid the ultimate price for me, someone with nothing to offer!

The funny thing about this is not that it gives me a great deal of self-confidence, because I know all my shortcomings and I know that I still fail. But it gives me confidence in God, because everything he does is with purpose. I wouldn’t exist if I wasn’t supposed to, if he didn’t want me. But he does want me, incapability and all.