it is a divinely happy thought that, though i fail and stray and falter often, i do not stand on my own merit, be it good or bad. my righteous deeds are as filthy rags, and at my weakest point the strength of Christ is perfected, and yet i am already approved regardless of what i have merited.
approved on the life, death, and victory over death of Christ.
i have no other claim. i can claim nothing more. that is all there is.
it is a divinely happy thought.