Enough

Life, circumstances and even people get me feeling as though I am worthless.

Not worth the time, not worth the good fortune, not worth helping, and not worth investing into.

And it hurts, very deeply.

It strikes a wound so far into my heart that I almost forgot it was there.

Except for I never forgot.

And in these times, the wound splits open, pouring out its infectious and debilitating truths...

"You are not enough. You're not worth it."

And I listen. And I cry. And I believe the lies that are being viciously thrown at me like daggers in a battle.

The words fly deep into me, and bounce around, trying to find a place in my heart to bury themselves deeply.

Softly and tenderly, Jesus is whispering to me. "Don't you listen. Don't you think on that. It isn't true, beloved. Can't you see? I died for you because you are enough. You are enough. Oh, you are enough."

A man I have never met, willingly gave himself up for me, before I was formed in my mother's womb. A man who did not deserve to die, a man who did not want to die. A man who was and forever will be the only person who truly is ENOUGH. But He was thinking of me, as his beating heart slowed. His Love was an effort to prove that I am good enough for Him.

If my heart was worth dying for,

than my heart is worth fighting for.

"the people living in darkness have seen a great light; on those living in the land of the shadow of death a light has dawned.” Matthew 4:16