worth

{I've been writing a bit over the last few weeks but not sharing. Here's something from May.}

I am worthless.

On my own, I'm a naked, ugly human, fallen and broken and full of bad things - bad desires, thoughts, urges and impulses.

I have no beauty. I am created by beauty, for beauty, but I fail and fall and screw things up. If I keep striving, trying, relying on myself and my own standards of goodness to make me lovely, I will only decay more.

The only beauty I can convey is His. The only way I can shine is with His light.

Lord, take away the smudges and grime of self-serving, the smears of confused loyalties, the mildew of misplaced expectation. Make me a cloudless glass, undimmed by self and clear enough that only You come through.