The We in Me

I am one guy. Sometimes I say "we" when I mean "me" because I have lots of help and seek lots of advice. No one gets paid but I'm not entirely alone.

I am a broken and faulty person. I think and do some terrible things. My list of qualifications is short, and my list of disqualifications is long and gruesome. My ONLY hope is the mercy and grace of God. Grace, and grace alone, is the basis of my relationship with God.

I have lived with the mental anguish of pathological anxiety and panic disorder for nearly a decade. I am familiar with the shame and discouragement of anxiety. I have suffered tremendously under its weight.

I also know a lot about hope and peace and joy. I don’t feel qualified to help others and there are still days when I feel like a fraud. What I do is by a compulsion to love others who suffer. I feel compelled to point others to the peace I have found. There is nothing for sale. No product affiliations. No donate button. Just me peddling hope.

While I don’t feel qualified, there is a strong argument that God’s strength is perfected in our weakness. God has a long history of using broken people for big plans. If anything qualifies me, let it be this:

2 Corinthians 12:8-10 NLT

Three different times I begged the Lord to take it away. [9] Each time he said, “My grace is all you need. My power works best in weakness.” So now I am glad to boast about my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ can work through me. [10] That’s why I take pleasure in my weaknesses, and in the insults, hardships, persecutions, and troubles that I suffer for Christ. For when I am weak, then I am strong.