Yes.

Sometimes I take moments to drown. Sometimes those moments get me lost... I go down the rabbit hole of really scary thoughts and I find myself in something like Wonderland without the wonder. And other times I find another way to drown. I look into His eyes. There I don't find myself-- not immediately. What I see is Someone wholly Good. Someone Who in an act of divine justice did not take vengeance upon my wandering soul. He did not berate me for falling short of His purest intentions. He did not even offer shrug and a "better luck next time." Instead, His justice was mercy. It was getting on His knees in the dirt with me, gently lifting my burden, and taking my punishment on His back, all the way to the death that had my name on it.

There is something about looking that Love in the eyes and realizing there is nothing to give that can possibly gratify the partiality of a God Who gives Himself.  It is humbling in the truest of senses. It restores perspective to know that indeed, I am incapable. I am unqualified. I am beloved. Those questions of ability, self-worth, past, present, and future dim. They are not less relevant, simply less urgent. 

"Yes." It is my answer. It is my response. It is a step of trust, an acknowledgment of sovereignty. When I do not understand, it's an act of faith. When I am fearful, it's an act of courage. When I cannot explain, it's an act of surrender. "Yes."