Never Enough

Never Enough

Value (noun.): the regard that something is held to deserve; the importance, worth, or usefulness of something.

Invaluable: extremely useful; indispensable.

I’m not sure why, but this word has been constantly ringing through my mind all week.

Value.

Valuable.

Do I have value? What is it? 

Consider how the wild flowers grow. They do not labor or spin. Yet I tell you, not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today, and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, how much more will he clothe you…

Luke 12:27-28

If there is one thing I have learned from being a twenty-something, it is that my worth does not come from where or what I thought it did.

Looking back, I can recall times in my life when I said to myself,

“Well, once I get a boyfriend, I’ll matter more…”

Shallow, maybe.

Naïve, certainly.

Tragically mislead, most definitely.

The sad thing is, I said this to myself so much that I began to actually internalize it and believe it was true.

Who I was, as “Leighann”, didn’t matter so much anymore. Instead, I focused more on losing weight, because it’s scientifically proven that “fat” girls never get boyfriends (Note: sarcasm & dramatic eye roll). I worried more about grades and high marks, because no one would ever date a “dummy” (Also not true, I’ll just leave it at that).

Eventually, my worries about being adequate “girlfriend” material shifted to simply being an adequate person. And no matter what I did, said, or thought brought me to that end point. This led me to conclude that the “truth” of the matter was:

I was not enough.

Something was always missing.

As I got older (thank the Lord), I began to realize, as most young girls eventually do, that being in a relationship was not the end goal.

Alas, there was more to life after all.

I started to notice some patterns though. And not the pretty ones you see in JoAnn’s fabrics, that you make into cute little aprons and cozies. Some pretty, startling ones.

Like when girls get together to talk about “girl” things, and one of them mentions their displeasure about their body, and then continues to harp on it, sending them into a body-shaming frenzy. Or the fact that their forehead has one too many zits, making it impossible to leave the house without makeup. Or they’re afraid that their boyfriend will be disinterested in them if they don’t do this or that – they fear that they’re holding them back.

That they just might not be, enough.

When I hear things like this, my heart breaks.

“What do you mean ‘you’re not enough’? You’re more than enough. You’re…you’re…” I want to shake them and yell it at them. But I don’t yell it. Sometimes, I don’t even say it. But I should. Because I truly believe it.

It’s hard to hold onto this belief that you might not be enough. I mean, what else can you give really, if all you have to offer is seemingly minute?

If you are going through a similar struggle, making the statement “I am not enough…” I urge you not to settle for that.

Challenge it.

Who says you’re not enough just the way you are?

You say:

“I’m ugly.”

“I feel unwanted and unloved.”

“No one cares.”

“I feel like whatever I do, it will never amount to—”

But listen to what God is telling you:

“My beloved {insert name here}, you are and forever will be, fearfully and wonderfully made. You are a new creation and a precious gift to Me, and those around you. You are loved, cherished, and belong to Me. Nothing you do will ever change this. Ever. Despite what you may have heard recently, only my opinion matters in this life. And I believe you are enough. I believe you are invaluable. Promise.”

(…and God doesn’t break promises)

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Please, please, please.
I can tell you ‘til the cows come home, but you need to believe this yourself:

YOU ARE ENOUGH.

I am sick and tired of watching/reading about these high standards of what is beautiful, what is manly, what is enough in this world.

Our world is broken, shouldn’t it make sense that its rules and regulations of what is ‘enough’ are too?

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Dear friends, let this soak into your skin, and seep into your heart, that the truth of the matter is: you are more than enough.

let this soak into your skin, and seep into your heart, that the truth of the matter is_ you are more than enough.

For we are his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.

Ephesians 6:10

Walk bravely, dear friends.

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Leighann

Twenty-something, lover of Jesus. I like animals (esp. dogs), Fun-Fetti cupcakes and yoga. I love God and do my best to love others. I hate too-warm weather and socks that fall into your shoes when you walk. I'm a huge fan of Christian rap and cold, sunny days.

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  • Jill Miller

    Great post! You are certainly enough despite the negativity this world shows. Great Job. Very encouraging!

    • Leighann

      Leighann

      Thank you for reading, Jill – I am continually learning this lesson! I so appreciate your encouragement 🙂

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