Psalm 16:2 'I say to the LORD, “You are my Lord; I have no good apart from you.”' Has stuck in my head the past few days. I think this is true in two senses:
1. All good things, all blessings come ultimately from our perfect, heavenly father. All the good things and all the comforts I so love and try not to love are to nobodies credit but his. The beauty of creation and the created cries out to him.
2. There is no good in me, apart from him. My soul and my heart and my feelings are selfish and worldly. I used to think that I could obey myself into holiness but it is only recently that I have seen myself love my sin and yet the Father repeatedly whispers to me that I can not fall from his boundless love. And that is where the understanding comes that I have no good, no offering to present; it's not that I am less good now, it is that I had no good to begin with. And yet in my bleakest moment, he looked upon me as lovely and worth redeeming.
So I have been humbled and broken and made empty by my own hopeless efforts, but my worship is purer and my dependency greater. And so I start again.
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