curl up on His lap and cry

When the world tells me I’m not enough, I bow up a bit and commit to proving them wrong.  I hide the mark and push through more determined than ever.

When work throws a mean curve and I can’t avoid the blow, I double down on hours and work harder to rise up to the challenge.  I refuse to rub the bruise and run the baseline faster.

When a friend turns away leaving me doubting myself, I remind myself that I screw up, too, and try to believe the best.  I butterfly tape the slash and roll my sleeve down over it before I reach out again

When the love of my life breaks my heart, I hold fast to our vows—both sides.  I wrap my ribs tight to minimize the pain and go find him again.

Then, she says, this precious young woman drinking coffee with me one afternoon, “Why can’t I be like everyone else?  Why  am I not enough?”

So I brush my hair to the side so she can see the mark and roll my sleeve so she can see the scar  and I bare the bruises turning green.  I show her how to bind up her ribs to protect her heart.  And, I tell her the words He whispers to me when I curl up on His lap and cry because I’m not enough.

You are more than enough,

The child of My choice,

Fearfully, wonderfully made.

You are more than enough

My gift to the world

Filled with My power to love.

You are more than enough,

The One I redeemed

So just rest here a moment with Me.

So just rest here a moment with Me.

So just rest here a moment with Me.

Now, when you go back

And return to the fight

Remember I’m right there with you.

You are more than enough,

The child of My choice,

Fearfully, wonderfully made.

You are more than enough,

My gift to the world,

Filled with My power to love.

You are more than enough.