“I admitted for the first time that of myself I was nothing; that without Him I was lost.” (Chapter 1, Big Book)
I look at myself in the morning and say, ‘You’ve got nothing for me. You’re nice enough, but you’re not very bright, so dress well and tie your shoelaces good and tight.’ In the condition of nothingness, when I ask, I am given, and abundantly.
“Then only might I expect to receive. But that would be in great measure.” (Chapter 1, Big Book)
“There is need of Thy grace, yea, and of a great measure thereof, that my nature may be conquered” (Thomas à Kempis)
What’s my nature? Block of recalcitrant clay.