I oversleep again. And a voice whispers, "What's wrong with you?"
I snap at my innocent husband as he pours his cereal. And a voice whispers, "What's wrong with you?"
I let down a friend. I don't finish a project. I forget to feed the dog on time. And I hear again and again, "What's wrong with you?"
I slip into bed at night with a sigh, pull the covers over my head, and close the day with this question: "What's wrong with me?"
When we fail, struggle, or face obstacles, it can make us feel we are not enough. Surely we must somehow be inadequate or this wouldn't be happening. If only we could be stronger, do more, get better, then things would be okay. We would be okay. We become the judge and find ourselves lacking.
Are we enough?
There are two answers to this question.
The first is, of course not. We're frail. We're human. We fail. None of us is perfect.
But because of what God has done for us, because of Christ who died for us, because of the Spirit within us, that's not the final answer.
The second and truest answer is, yes, we are enough and so much more.
I shared this story in my first book, You're Already Amazing:
"Lord," I asked, "why do women feel as if we're not enough?"
It seemed I heard a whisper in response: "Because they're not."
For a moment I thought I had some holy static happening.
"Excuse me, God, it sounded like you said we're not enough. Could you repeat that, pretty please?"
Again, gently and firmly, "You are not enough."
By then I started thinking perhaps my heart had dialed the wrong number and the devil was on the line. But in that pause it seemed God finished the sentence: "You are not enough . . . in me you are so much more."