The End of Me: Where Real Life in the Upside-Down Ways of Jesus Begins

Reaching the end of me is a daily journey I must make because it’s where Jesus shows up and my real life in him begins.

Tears begin to flow from her eyes, first just one or two and then a cascade. At this point all she can do is be real, because the love of Jesus is real.

we want to be made whole without having to be broken.

Here’s one to think about: the less you see your own brokenness, the more broken you are.

So, let’s be clear. You will fall into sin. Everyone does. And you’ll still be slow to face your mourning. Everyone is. Just understand that in your hesitancy to mourn your sin, you’re also delaying the blessing of God. There is no way to get to that blessing without the mourning that precedes it.

By brokenness, I mean the acknowledgment of it, the full and unflinching acceptance that we are bankrupt, poor in spirit, and have nothing to offer.

As their eyes lock, there is no judgment, no looking at her as a mound of garbage that needs removal. She is broken and she knows it, but he sees something else. She is beautifully broken.

He begins to introduce us to the great kingdom paradox: at the end of me, I find real life in him.

They say life is but a dream, but if so, there are too many abrupt wake-ups in it. I bet you’ve had more than a few. I mean those times when life was on cruise control, but then something happened and you were suddenly in for a rough ride. The end of me often comes when my dreams come to an end.