Enough...

I am not enough, actuallly.

Not by the world’s standards.

Though we hear it all the time, right?

YOU’RE ENOUGH!

YOU’RE ENOUGH AS A HOT MESS MOM!

YOU’RE ENOUGH WITH THOSE DIMPLED THIGHS!

YOU’RE ENOUGH IN YOUR DIRTY KITCHEN!

YOU’RE ENOUGH!!!

Then in the very next breathe the world leans over and quietly offers me the latest cleanse. The latest diet plan. The latest home décor trends or decluttering tools. Another bucket list. The next thing that might…MIGHT…make me enough.

It feels like mixed messaging.

It seems a lot like marketing.

And to be honest, sometimes I get caught up.

Would I be a little happier if I were ten pounds lighter?

Would my life be a little easier if I finally organized that closet under the stairs?

Could I be doing a little bit…more?

Should I be MORE?

But then every once in while I get a glimpse.

I stand watering in the backyard with my feet pressed to the dirt, wasps buzzing in and out of the orange trumpet vine clamoring up our white fence. I inhale the familiar childhood smell of the water hose as rays of warm sun begin to bake my shoulders and a pair of hummingbirds squeak and chase and flit over my head. And I just FEEL loved.

In tiny glimpses, it ALL feels like enough.

My life.

This hard, broken world.

My family.

Me, even.

I can almost hear Him whisper across the breeze,

‘My darling, you are enough for Me.’

And that is enough for me.