I can’t carve rich canyons out of plain brown deserts
or paint starry skies with aurora borealis.
I don’t have the genius to invent pudgy baby fingers
or the joy of squishy pug dog faces.
I certainly can’t draw crowds of believers to me or
create safe pathways through a raging sea.
I don’t know how to heal the ravages of chronic disease
or multiply your humble offerings …
I can’t do any of these things, but I know who can.
And I can call to Him from where I stand.
He’s always waiting with a heart full of unconditional love
and a giant bag of miracles,
ready to lavish His grace on me.
I can praise Him with my words;
I can invite His Spirit to live in the depths of my being;
I can stand in His truth like a fortress;
I can trust Him entirely.
And maybe by sharing my faith,
I can help you trust Him a little more too.