Enough

Enough:  A definition.

It is less than abundant.
Not a flood.
Not a profusion.
Not overwhelming, chill-bump-giving, tear-triggering extravagance.
No.

It’s also more than not enough.
More than insufficient.
More than coming up short.
More than overwhelming, fear-provoking emptiness-before-the-need-is-met.
No.

Enough is sufficient.
Just the right number of bites.
Exactly the correct count of paper bills & jingling coins. 
Finishing right on time.
Nothing left over.

So . . . .
What does enough faith look like? 
What does enough joy look like?
What does enough peace look like?

And . . . .
With my sometimes-paltry supply of these
Spirit-fruits,
am I enough?

It may not matter, after all.

For You are Yourself sufficient.

The word enough made flesh.

You are adequate, ample, plenty, sufficient,
so that I, in my cracked-clay vessel,
do not have to be.

You embody enough.



Comments

  1. HannatuJuly 21, 2012 at 4:44 PM

    Thank you so much for this. It is a blessing to me. My 5-minute Friday (now Saturday!) post is about Christ being enough. Truth be told I struggle with it because I want to be in control.

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  2. Anne Lowry PharrJuly 21, 2012 at 10:21 PM

    I'm right there with you on that . . . . . I'll look forward to reading your post. And here's to letting go, even if it's one finger at a time.

    Blessings, thanks for visiting, and keep writing.

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