You Are Enough

Precious one, what would it look like if, just for today, you could believe you were enough?

If you could let go of the ways you believe you have failed and fallen short. If you could look beyond your flaws and mistakes and believe, just for today, they don’t define you. If you could be as gentle on yourself as you are on others?

For no matter how many times you have fallen apart at the mercy of your own failings, you are still stitched together with good intentions. Your heart still seeks righteousness, goodness, compassion, mercy, love. You still search for light in the dark places of humanity. You still choose to believe the best when you have stood at the hands of the worst.

Precious one, you will always be enough. You don’t believe it as tired eyes stare at the glow of moonlight on the ceiling night after night. Nor as the walls whisper your failings and the wind howls your shame against windows that rattle into the very core of your existence. You don’t believe you will ever be anything more than the trail of destruction you left in your wake, in the days when your heart hurt so badly in your chest you became a tsunami approaching the shore, bound for decimation.

But you were chosen. You were set apart. You were sculpted by the hands of creation, fashioned into being by the very hands that formed the oceans and the stars and the mountains and air you breathe into lungs that ache with burdens you carry on your chest.

You have never failed, there is never any failure in this journey, only opportunity to become stronger and wiser, to do better, to love harder.

You will never be perfect. But you were never meant to be.

You are jagged edges and unhealed wounds and a patchwork soul. You are human.

You are enough. You always have been, for that is the mystery of grace.

What would it look like if, just for today, you could believe it?