This world is so, SO broken.
It’s hitting me hard today.
I’m around so many hurting people, and although my heart is breaking for them, the reality is that I can do so little to help. And that’s hard.
I can’t solve their problems, can’t bring back their lost loved ones, and for some reason a smile or picking up their dinner bill just never seems like enough.
I can’t do enough. I can never do enough.
God calls us to “look after the orphans and widows in their distresses” (James 1:27), but I don’t have the capability to really help them.
Who does have that capability and that power?
How am I so quick to forget? It’s not my job to heal and save and restore. That’s His job. He has asked me to be a vessel through which He demonstrates His love. God wants me to love through the strength and power He provides, but He is the only One that can truly fix this broken world.
Everything I do seems meaningless in the grand scheme of things. But every little thing I do can serve a bigger purpose if I use it to point back to Jesus, to show those around me where hope really comes from.
Hope doesn’t come from me. I can’t offer anyone hope that comes from myself, but I can invite them to experience the hope that I have that can only come from Jesus Christ.
I want to learn to throw off the mentality of wanting to do it all myself. I want to humble myself and realize how much greater God is and how much more He can do than I could ever dream. I want to let Him do the miracles and be amazed and honored that He allows me to be a small part of them.
I can never do enough. But He can and already has. And that’s what’s really important.