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This is one of my best friends’ babies. In her hands is a custom order from someone who’s friend lost her son to suicide last week. A son who was this age once. A son who was fiercely loved and valued and squeezed tight. A son who will always be their baby. My heart cannot fathom the overwhelming grief. Our only hope? To lift our eyes to the One who is our help in every season and situation. Jesus, come quickly.
It seems the Lord is teaching me a deeper (more experiential) meaning of what Paul talks about when he describes servants of God as “sorrowful, yet always rejoicing” (2 Corinthians 6:10a). • You see, there is so much good happening. So much joy, provision, and depth of community. So many doors opening. So many opportunities to minister and be ministered to. So much love and humility and grace and kindness and care that it has made me—quite literally—cry into a plate of chicken and waffles from the mercy of it all. • These scattered beams can only be explained by the Lord, who is dropping joy bombs and grace explosions all around. • But it’s not all chicken and waffles. • (Link to blog post in profile ❤️)
“All in all, it was a never-to-be forgotten summer—one of those summers which comes seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going—one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends, and delightful doings, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.” -L.M. Montgomery

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Monday Morning Munch No. 157 – When You Don’t Feel Good Enough

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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.

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