It is less than abundant.
Not a flood.
Not a profusion.
Not overwhelming, chill-bump-giving, tear-triggering extravagance.
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.
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
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.