My sin wants to tell me that its hard to praise you today because I did so little.  My sin wants to tell me that it was stupid to go to the honors induction ceremony. My sin wants to tell me that I will be a failure this week, that I can’t do all there is to do. My sin hates me and it hates you even more. I am not defined by sin. I am defined by your son. How my day was doesn’t matter because my life is hid with Christ. When you look at me you see perfect obedience. You see perfect sacrifice. You look straight at me, you the maker of all the things, you look at me with your eyes like fire and your hair white as wool and your name is Faithful and True, this perfect righteous GOD looks at me and declares for all to hear, she has met the requirement. She is worthy to spend eternity with me. She has been perfectly obedient. She has never sinned. She is my daughter and I am well pleased with her. Why? How can you say these things about me that can never be true?

Because of Christ.

Because of what Jesus Christ did. Because he has clothed me in his righteousness. I am clothed.

I’ve got to start ending my day and beginning my day with Jesus Christ. Instead of thinking about the day and what I did well and what I did poorly and where I should have been more bold with the gospel the only thing to do is get on my knees and thank Jesus because you look at me and He is all you see. You do not see Krystal. You see Jesus. And I never been so fully myself as I am now that I am identified with you. I have been saved from my utter brokenness. You saw me just like you saw the boy in Matthew 17. You see me-unable to fix myself. You say the words that change everything.

Bring her to me.

And you heal me instantly. In a second I am healed. As soon as I am brought to you. And now, as one who is alive, I am like the disciples, who gave power to. But just like them I forget your power and cling to my own, which isn’t even my own its yours too. And I try to save. I try to cast out demons. I try to make dead bones come back to life. And you say, my daughter, my beloved whom I have adopted, this girl that you care so much about, these brothers you want to know me, these college students who need to be healed,

Bring every single daughter, every single son to me.

Bring them, my darling. I will heal them MYSELF.

And you will. You heal instantly. You cast out demons immediately. They cower and the flee before you. And you the most powerful one are my Savior, my Redeemer, my Righteousness. My sacrifice. I belong to you and you are enough. And you love me so well when you give me nothing but yourself so that I can remember that you are enough when it is so hard.

You are the only thing worthy of my life.