I love The Crabb Family, their music, their ministry! Most of you know who I’m talking about, but if you don’t look them up, you are truly missing out on a blessing! My favorite “Crabb” song is called “Please Come Down to Me“. It starts like this, “I know that I’m unworthy to call upon your name. All my life I’ve been a sinner and for that I am ashamed. But I heard that you would listen so I’m giving you my plea, I’m too unworthy Lord, to come to you. Could you please come down to me?” Thinking of those words, then recently reading the book, “Crazy Love” by: Francis Chan just made me start thinking about this word “UNWORTHY”.
Isaiah 64:6 says, “All of us have become like one who is unclean, and all our righteous acts are like filthy rags; we all shrivel up like a leaf, and like the wind our sins sweep us away.”
I titled this “Am I Even Worthy?” because I know that I am not, we are not. The wonderful truth is that because He does not remember my sin I don’t have to be worthy. He is the only one who is worthy. We didn’t have to go to Him. He came down to us. Through His blood He makes us worthy. Our righteousness will never be perfected until we are made perfect in Him in heaven. Does this mean that we give up? Does this mean that we don’t continue to try? NO!! It means that the closer we draw to Him in our daily walk, the more we grow sensitive to His Holy Spirit. Sometimes I can literally feel His presence in my car as I’m driving down the road singing praises to Him. Those are such precious times to me. I’m so thankful to serve a God that knows that I mess up sometimes. He knows that I’m unworthy. You know what though? He loves me anyway! Praise the Lord, He loves me, He loves you anyway! Isn’t that wonderful? He does expect us to grow, to learn from our mistakes, but He keeps right on loving us anyway. He plans our footsteps, He puts others in our paths to guide us, and He walks with us daily to show us the way. All we have to do is allow Him to be First Place in our lives, then everything else falls into place.
