Just A Branch.

Just a branch. Not a root. Sometimes I forget that. I forget that when it comes down to it, I don't really matter. God doesn't need to use me. God doesn't need to provide for me. Luckily He does both. But He doesn't have to.

I'm a branch. Worse yet, a grafted branch. Once dead and lifeless. A dead, dingy brown. He picked me up. He shook me. He saw potential. The painful process of grafting began. It takes a lot to restore a life. But He did it anyways.He saw a soft heart in need and He took it. I frequently ask why. He willing decided to use me. A poor, dead branch. Not because He needed me. Not because His greatness wouldn't be seen without me. He use me because He wanted to.

He is still using me. Not because I deserve it. Remember, I'm nothing but a branch. He is using me because He wants me to learn and feel what it means to live like His Son. He uses me so I can be transformed and molded into a disciple and sister of Christ.

But the beauty of it all is this... I can take no credit for this. It's a beautiful love story actually. Christ saw me, the lost slave of sin, and chose me. He loved me with everything He had to win my lost, weak heart. And let's not forget that through it all, I am still just a branch. One little branch. A once dead, but now restored, branch. Not a strong, important, life-supplying root. Just a branch.

But I'll take being a branch any day.