Confession…most days I feel like I am not enough.
I don’t feel I am doing enough…ever. As a wife, as a mother, as a friend. I often let it get the better of me. I beat myself up. I promise to try harder. I swear I am going to be enough to all those in my life. And then…this little passage of truth runs across my quite time.
Such is the confidence that we have through Christ toward God. Not that we are sufficient in ourselves to claim anything as coming from us, but our sufficiency is from God, who has made us competent to be ministers of a new covenant, not of the letter but of the Spirit. For the letter kills but the Spirit gives life.
~2 Corinthians 3:4-6
I am not enough. I am not supposed to be enough. I am not supposed to be able to do it all and fill it all and manage it all. I am following the letter and it is killing me. Actually, I think the math numbers are killing me, but you get the idea. God is what makes me enough.
I used to think that I DID and God filled in the gaps for me. I am starting to think maybe I have got it all wrong. I think that God DOES and He lets me have a little piece of it every once in a while. As a mother, I do the bulk of the work in our home, but I always try to find a little piece of work for the kids to do that is just beyond their skill set but within their capabilities. I think God does that with us too. Maybe?
Until the next confession…