You are enough.
But am I? I’ve been told it many times. I am enough, no need to strive to be something perfect. God loves me, and I am enough right here belly growing, body aching, sweat pants, hormones raging.
The list on the fridge begs me to take it down, but I won’t.
The top 10 selfish acts:
Ugly. I am guilty of every one of those.
And then as I begin to feel not enough, I see I am sinking into #4: Self-Pity. Ugh.
The hardest part of having a relationship with God is all the ugliness is made clear. You’re convicted. But His beauty shines in His truth.
But even with this, I am enough?
Am I enough of a wife? Enough of a mother? Enough of a friend? I don’t feel like it. But if I am enough for God, right here, no-makeup, self-pity party and all, than I should be enough
for everyone else?
I read a recent article in Life: Beautiful about the pinecone. God’s amazing creation in the pinecone.
It’s spiraled shape, like many of His creations, holds so much incredible detail that it cannot be recreated or explained.
Every pinecone has what is called the Fibonacci sequence.
The sequence is: 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34, and so forth. It goes from the base of every pinecone, one spiral grows clockwise and the other grows counterclockwise.
It all works in perfect nature to provide strength and protect the living seed until conditions are just right for germination.
Moreover, in the Fibonacci sequence, if you take the larger number and divide it by the smaller just prior to it, you always get the same number: 1.618.
God’s miracles detail in the pinecone.
I can only think if He puts that much detail into a pinecone, He has put that much care and detail into me. And like the pinecone, no one can explain me or recreate me. And everything on the outside, using God’s armor, will protect the living seed inside.
I am enough, and you are enough. We can always strive to be better, give ourselves to God every day in trust and love – but God made us, every detail. There is so much love in that, that we need to show that same love to ourselves.
Maybe I didn’t think that much of pinecones, but slowing down and taking a look – I see the miracle. I see the miracle in myself.
“He will give a crown of beauty for ashes, a joyous blessings instead of mourning, festive praise instead of despair.” Isaiah 61: 3