Whenever I feel not worthy of His grace, I bring to remembrance the death of Jesus. Like, how can the torturous death of the Savior not be enough to tell you that you are loved?
Whenever I feel like I'm not doing a great job of being His hands and feet, I remind myself of a friend of mine. Her fullness of joy and true peace tells me she has her sights (and mind) set on something above!
Whenever I feel like giving up...I've not found the solution for that yet.