"Lord," I asked, "why do women feel as if we’re not enough?"
It seemed I heard a whisper in response: "Because they’re not."
For a moment I thought I had some holy static happening.
"Excuse me, God, it sounded like you said we’re not enough. Could you repeat that, pretty please?"
Again, gently and firmly, “You are not enough.”
By then I started thinking perhaps my heart had dialed the wrong number and the devil was on the line. But in that pause it seemed God finished the sentence: “You are not enough … in me you are so much more.”
We are much more than pretty … we are wonderfully made.
We are much more than likeable … we are deeply loved.
We are much more than okay … we are daughters of the King.
I think the enemy tricks us into believing we are not enough because he knows if we discover the truth, we’ll be unstoppable.
More than anything else, the lie that we’re not enough is what trips women up when we struggle. I’ve seen it happen again and again as a life coach and counselor as well as in my own life. The reason is that as long as we believe we’re not enough, we also believe we have to make up for it. So instead of running to Jesus, we flee to self-improvement, trying harder, exhausting ourselves. But there is a better way. Receiving. Letting God fill up our “not enough” with his infinite love, grace, and strength until we’re overflowing. “His divine power has given us everything we need for a godly life through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness” (2 Peter 1:3).
In Christ, we have everything we need. We are all we need to be. We are rescued from ourselves and from that question that haunts us, “What’s wrong with me?” Instead, we can ask, “Who’s within me?” The answer is an infinite God who knows no limits, who hung the stars in place, who hears our every prayer and directs our every step. He offers a fullness that can’t be taken away by bad days, weak moments, or even life’s greatest tragedies. Yes, we grieve. Yes, we face loss. Yes, we let people down and let people go. But in all of this, who we are is not diminished because the One within us can’t be diminished. That never changes, no matter what.
You are enough.
There’s been this lingering sense of yearning in my soul, like a longing for some sort of a change— for things to speed up the way I envision them to be. Which then, at times I find myself in a state of discontent and dissatisfaction at the place where God has placed me here and now.
Am I willing to wait upon the Lord and trust in Him and His promises to submit and obey to His will?
It is a spiritual battle within my heart; like two natures – one lower, one higher: the flesh and Spirit. (Galatians 5:17) And more often than not, I tend to listen to the desires of my flesh, succumb, and fail. This is an issue I am actively learning to fight.
If keeping Christ at the center is the way I find ultimate joy in Him, I am deeply convicted. I must learn to surrender every area of my being to Christ, so that I will be able to rest in the fact that He is sovereign and that He will lead me in the way He sees I’ll be most sanctified. No matter the unanswered questions and uncertainty I carry within myself, I will wait and trust in the Lord.
Lately the Lord has been stretching me. It is a season of growing and I am learning more and more about the Father’s heart, making me fall in love with Him all the more.
Sometimes, it’s hard to believe the fact that He loves and cares for me to work in me to mold me and shape me.
I was expressing my frustration to a friend the other night. I told her that I keep finding myself comparing my journey to others.
"I wish I was like that person."
"I wish I was good enough."
These voices in my head really bring me to such a low sometimes.
But then, I remember just to rest in Him. To know that I am loved by Him. That alone should be enough. That alone should be the reason why I keep going.
I love moments like these when I can reflect on the truth and not believe the lies that the enemy whispers.
Lord, I rest in the fact that You love me and that I am enough.
I remember who I am in Christ and I am filled with joy. I am a daughter of God. Thank You Jesus.
God is making sure that I am carefully and deeply growing my roots into Him. I get impatient sometimes but I know that this is for my good. God wants to see me safely and securely rooted in faith and in love. So whatever trials and circumstances come my way, I will be able to stand firm in my faith and not fall away and wither because I had no root. (Matthew 13:6)
I am forever thankful for a Father that is graciously so loving and willing to love me throughout my mess, failures, and insecurities.
Thank You Lord for the people you have placed into my life. Every single person is blessing from You. So thankful for people who speak truth into my life.
We all are happiness hunters. We are all treasure seekers. And as Judas and Mary illustrate, there’s one sure way to measure what we treasure: what we’re willing to spend to obtain it.
The dinner table was buzzing with happy conversation. As Lazarus fielded a stream of questions about what it was like to die and Martha cleared empty plates and filled empty wine bowls, Mary quietly slipped away into another room.
When she returned she was carrying a large wooden bowl with a small alabaster jar inside. Mary knelt down near Jesus’s feet, placed the bowl on the floor, and began to remove her headdress. The talking trailed away as Jesus turned toward her and sat up. Soon everyone was straining or standing to get a better look at what she was doing.
Mary removed the small jar and then reverently placed Jesus’s feet inside the bowl. She picked up the jar, removed the stopper, and poured its contents slowly on Jesus’s feet. The room was wordless as she gathered her long hair in her right hand and used it to wipe Jesus’s feet. An exotic, breathtaking fragrance wafted across the table. The guests exchanged wide-eyed glances. Everyone knew this was a rare perfume.
Jesus was moved. His eyes were full of intense affection as he watched Mary work.
Judas was moved too, but not with affection. He was irritated. He simply could not fathom Mary’s wasteful extravagance. That perfume had to have been worth nearly a year’s wages. Never once in three years had Jesus’s disciples had that amount of money at one time. And there it sat, a contaminated, worthless puddle in a bowl.
His indignant objection shot through the silence: “Why was this ointment not sold for three hundred denarii and given to the poor?”
This question turned the atmosphere tense. Mary stopped and looked sadly at the floor. All other eyes turned to Jesus. To a number of the disciples this seemed like a fair question. Jesus typically instructed them to give any extra money in their collective moneybag to the needy. Often “extra” meant beyond what they needed that day. Mary’s act did seem a bit indulgent.
Jesus said nothing for a moment and continued to stare at Mary. He knew what they were all thinking. And he knew that Judas had questioned her “not because he cared about the poor, but because he was a thief and being in charge of the moneybag he used to help himself to what was put into it” (John 12:6). Judas’s noble sounding protest was no more than a disguise for his greed. Jesus grieved and seethed over Judas’s duplicity and how he had contaminated Mary’s worship.
Then Jesus said, “Leave her alone, so that she may keep it for the day of my burial. For the poor you always have with you,” and turning his piercing eyes to Judas said with potent sorrow, “but you do not always have me” (John 12:7–8).
Judas and Mary are contrasts in treasuring. They both had hedonistic motives. Neither acted out of stoic duty. Both pursued the treasure they believed would make them happy. To Mary, Jesus was the priceless Pearl (Matthew 13:45), which she loved more than anything and she spent what was likely her greatest earthly possession to honor him. To Judas, thirty pieces of silver was a fair price for the Pearl.
Judas’s sin wasn’t that he was hunting happiness. His sin was believing that having money would make him happier than having Christ.
O Judas, the tragedy of your value miscalculation! The Pearl worth more than the entire universe sat in front of you and all you could see were perfume puddles. You grieved the squandering of a year’s wages while you squandered infinite, eternal treasure!
Jesus leads all his disciples to watershed moments like Mary’s and Judas’s when choices we make, not words we say, reveal the treasure we want. These moments are designed to make us count this cost: “Whoever loves his life loses it. And whoever hates his life in this world will keep it for eternal life” (John 12:25). These moments force us to choose what we really believe is gain, whether we value the Pearl or puddles.
If we choose the Pearl, we hear in Judas’s objection the world’s appraisal of us. They watch as we pour our valuable time, intellects, money, youth, financial futures, and vocations out on Jesus’s feet. They watch them puddle in the bowls of churches, mission fields, orphanages, and homes where children are raised and careers are lost. And what they see is foolish waste. Expect their rebuke, not their respect.
Jesus wants you to waste your life like Mary wasted her perfume. For it is no true waste. It is true worship. A poured out life of love for Jesus that counts worldly gain as loss displays how precious he really is. It preaches to a bewildered, disdainful world that Christ is gain and the real waste is gaining the world’s perfumes while losing one’s soul in the process (Matthew 16:26).
Are you wasting your life?
"If we are simply seeking God, then we entrust Him with our fragile hearts. Putting faith foremost removes a reliance on rules. Christians are often very good rule-followers but poorer God-followers. Oswald Chambers writes about how believers should pursue the art of abandonment. Perhaps the best way to guard our hearts is to abandon them to Jesus. Because if we take the responsibility of guarding our own hearts, we might simply lock them up so they are never broken with compassion for others or hurt by the sinful people whom Christ asks us to allow into our hearts.”