It was just a Saturday night. Nothing too special, a day nestled at the end of a long week filled with classes and work and coffee dates. An ordinary week. But it was late, and I was still up, holding a phone I should have plugged in hours earlier to let sleep have its way.
But I didn’t.
So I mindlessly scrolled, through the updates and the photographs until I saw one I shouldn’t have even noticed. But I did. And it was the kind of photograph that reaches down into all of your insecurities, all of the vulnerabilities, all of the places you shove those three words –
I’m. Not. Enough.
And you hear those words, the ones you haven’t listened to in so long, and they are loud. It shakes you to the core. And you cry, shuddering almost – because you believe them.
You believe them. Why wouldn’t you?
And you don’t sleep that night, the tears drying on the pillow cases, and you wake up and you whisper the words out loud to the One who hears you before you even whisper them –
“Why am I not enough, God?”
And He answers in His way, like He always does. “If you keep thinking this is all about you,” He responds, “you will never be enough.”
And I stop, letting the words echo around me and sink deep into my bruised heart.
Because it’s not about me. It’s not about the ways I fail – because His grace is sufficient.
It’s not about the ways I don’t measure up – because He says I’m redeemed.
It’s not about the unanswered questions – because I AM is the answer.
When I start realizing this life isn’t about me –
that will be when I realize
that I am truly, wholly