This summer was a little crazy for us, and we weren’t able to take a “family vacation.” But this past weekend, we were able to escape to the ocean for a bit.
Sometimes, an overdue escape can give you a fresh perspective on things.
With the sun in my eyes, and the wet sand in my toes, I watched our children on the beach. And realized that for the first time in a long time, I was fully present.
Just like they always are. They were completely happy. And so was I.
It truly is a gift, to be present. It’s something I crave and I’m working on it. For all of the time.
On that day, the sun, sand and water, in it’s magnificent simplicity…they were happy. It was enough.
But my children are always present. They always know that they are enough.
And then I started wondering, at what point do we begin the obsession? At what point do we stop being present? At what point do we start believing the little lies that start to hiss and seep in as quickly as air out of a leaky float?
Sometimes, I get the question, ‘how do I do it?’ It’s meant to be a compliment, but I’m not sure it needs to be. It doesn’t mean I’m good at anything. And then the stream of consciousness…that little voice from deep inside has been on the prowl and it attacks. I’m not a good enough mother. I’m not a good enough wife. I don’t do enough. I don’t cherish enough. I don’t cook enough. I don’t clean enough. I don’t enjoy enough. My house isn’t nice enough. I don’t spend enough quality time with my beautiful children. I’m not skinny enough. I’m not thoughtful enough. I’m not even prayerful enough.
I’m not enough. Ever.
How many times a day do we have these thoughts? How many times a day do we listen?
They’re lies. All of them. From the master of lies, himself.
And I’m not listening anymore.
Jamin and I want our children to be a real light in this world. We want them to follow their dreams and develop their God-given talents. We can’t wait to see where they go and what they do. They are our ultimate inspiration. They are blessings and we love them more than life itself. Being a parent is beyond difficult. Most of you totally know that. And if there’s one thing I want to pass down to my children, it’s this:
Did you hear me?
Because we’re all enough. Every single one of us. We’re pretty, talented, good, kind, sweet, hard working, thoughtful, smart, insertwhateveryoustrugglewithhere…precious in His sight, made in His image,
I was chatting on the phone with my friend Erin yesterday, and we were talking about how much we love Angela’s beautiful home. One of our mutual faves, The Nester, inspired us with a home tour recently. I was too enamored by the art, and the pretty stuff and I had kind of forgotten about this quote until Erin reminded me. It offers an entirely fresh perspective:
A great quote by Marianne Williamson. With an impeccable timing for me, personally.
So what if we actually believed this? What if we believed that we are enough, and stopped letting the thoughts of not being so, inhibit us?
What if we stopped handicapping ourselves with guilt, dissatisfaction, worry…and replaced that with a new and enamored capability to fulfill our own God given talents and calling? To enjoy each moment as it is? To realize that this moment, in itself, is perfect just the way it is? Just the way our ultimate Creator intended it to be?
We are enough, in this moment, just the way we are.
You are precious. You are enough.
And you are deeply loved.