Day 52: For Dust you are

I am nothing more than dust. I should not have anything to offer. I am a flawed, broken human being. I know that, I recognize it and I wish that it wasn't so. But that's how it is. I am dust.
I am so thankful that I am God-breathed dust. God-appointed dust. I am nothing, yet He loves me and works in me and through me. I don't know how that works, but He does. There are ashes on my forehead to remind me of my low status and a psalm in my heart to remind me that I am the daughter of the King.
I am dust, but I am loved by the One who gave me life.