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to be willing

i had the opportunity to sing at my old church last week, for the thursday morning women's bible study i used to attend. i chose "Born in Me" by Francesca Battistelli, and once you hear it, you'll know why. it's from The Story album, which is a collaboration of many artists, the songs written from the perspective of various Biblical characters. from start to finish, the album tells "the story" of God's love for us in sending His Son to save us. "Born in Me" is Mary's song.

my absolute favorite lines [possibly of any song ever] are the following:

i am not brave. i'll never be.
the only thing my heart can offer is a vacancy.
i'm just a girl. nothing more.
but i am willing, i am yours.

can't you just imagine that's exactly how Mary felt? i get it. i feel this way daily. and even though it's not scripture, i take comfort in thinking these were her thoughts. really, it doesn't matter what we think of ourselves. God finds us capable and worthy and enough, simply because He loves us. simply because that's who He is.

what a relief to know that we don't have to have it all together, we don't have to have all the answers and we don't even have to be the best for the job, by the world's standards. He chooses, we surrender. and He does the work through us. i can't think of anything more humbling or dumbfounding or completely backwards, but that's the way of our God. we just have to be willing, nothing more.



  1. What a beautiful song! New follower here-- :) Your blog is awesome!

  2. Aly, I play this song on loud and repeat, often!!!!!!!!!! I may or may not cry as well. I love that God doesn't call the qualified but qualifies the called. It is all about what He can do and not what we can do! He adds His super to our natural when we yield to His puposes.


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