Sometimes you go through something and reality smacks you in the face so hard it leaves blisters.
Reality left a handprint on my face that has been stinging for the last couple of weeks; it whispers the same phrase over and over until my heart threatens to burst under the weight: Nothing I do is ever enough. It’s not enough for the girls or RTM or church or my family. I’m not enough for the restaurant or the community or my small group.
Nothing I do is ever enough.
That reality burns, hurts, and wounds. Especially when people remind you that you’re not enough for them. That you failed again. That you aren’t good enough for the task you’ve been given.
And that’s the point.
I’m not enough for the girls or RTM or church or my family. I’m not enough for the restaurant or the community or my small group.
My limitations and inadequacies are preaching a sermon. One that is designed to lift my eyes (as well as the eyes of everyone involved) to the only One is ever enough. The One who took my shame and limitations and inadequacies into His holy, holy, holy self and, in exchange, gave me His righteousness.
Jesus is the only One who will ever be enough for our thirsty souls. And when you find Him, you find His sufficient and satisfying water free for the taking.
Now that is enough. Enough to feast on for eternity.