Jesus.
He is perfect.
He is so good.

But me, I am the most broken person I know. I am horrifically flawed. I am incredibly able to fail at any given moment.

I have.
I do.

The things I really want to do, I don’t do. The things I truly don’t want to do, I often do.

I disappoint myself more than I disappoint any other human.

But Jesus sees it all.

He knows my wandering heart.

He knows my failures. He is well aware of my doubts. He knows every careless word that has rolled off my tongue.

And
He
Still
Loves
Me.

He died for me knowing every time I would fail Him.

And yet, He runs to me. He scoops me up in His arms. His Word comforts. His Word guides. His Word reassures me that

None
Of
This

Is up to me.

He is my strong tower.
He forgives.
He strengthens.
He protects.
He restores.

He alone is my righteousness.

Again and again.

Not only on the day I first called on Him but every moment since.

And because of that, I hope in Him, not in myself.

I can KEEP hoping in Him and not in myself.

We can keep hoping in Him and not in ourselves. Or in this world.

Because He is keeping us… He is forever keeping those who call Him, “Lord”.

“My hope is built on nothing less
Than Jesus’ blood and righteousness
I dare not trust the sweetest frame
But wholly lean on Jesus’ name

On Christ the solid Rock I stand
All other ground is sinking sand
All other ground is sinking sand

When darkness hides His lovely face
I rest on His unchanging grace
In every high and stormy gale
My anchor holds within the veil

His oath, His covenant, His blood
Support me in the whelming flood
When all around my soul gives way
He then is all my hope and stay

When He shall come with trumpet sound
Oh may I then in Him be found
Dressed in His righteousness alone
Faultless to stand before the throne”

(My hope is built on nothing less, Mote and Bradbury)

whataSavior