There but for the Grace of God, go I. I am nothing without Him.
SoldierDad...I have enjoyed reading your posts this evening. God Bless You, and your son will be in my prayers as I head for bed tonight. May God strengthen and keep him as he defends us.
I think it's a paradox.
I'm not nothing without Him in the same way that a rock is nothing without Him.
I'm still made in His image.
But the image tends to get so tarnished, polluted, mangled without Him . . . the functional result is probably somewhat akin to being equal to a rock without Him.
YUP, YUP.