She said she feels like she is drowning.
Drowning in
deadlines
motherhood
expectations
frustration.
I said
ditto.
I’m exhausted from treading water.
From trying to be it all and
do it all.
And feeling like a miserable failure
to top it all off.
The anti-cherry-on-the-top.
So what’s a woman to do?
How do I let go of this not enoughness
that I keep coming back to?
I
am
not
enough.
Again and again.
I come back here.
To this place.
Limbs and heart and mind
tired of treading water.
I can’t wear a cape and
be not enough.
I think I am supposed to hold this
not enoughness.
Not cling to it but daily
look at it.
See it for what it is.
See my need.
Say I am not enough and
with that acknowledgement, I say
I can’t do this on my own.
See, I am not the one
holding it all together.
All of the things that run through
my head and heart
on a given day are not resting on my shoulders.
Recognizing my not enoughness
is a reminder that
its not just up to me.
And trying my hardest,
staying up late, reading the latest book on discipline,
trying to spin all the plates
will always, every time
find me exhausted and
not enough.
And so I turn to the One
who is enough.
Enough for all
for all of time and eternity.
I am weak – not enough
but He is strong.
Enough.
And in this place…
Where I am not alone…
I
am
enough.
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