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You are Enough.

You are enough.

These are words I have to repeat to myself every day.

You are enough. 

Why is that so hard to say? Why is that so hard to believe?

I scroll through my social media and feel sick. “You’ll never be pretty enough, smart enough, creative enough to make a difference,” says that sinister voice. Yet I continue to scroll, and as I do, those lies dissolve like salt in an open wound.

You are enough.

I sit on my bed, the evening dusk erasing the shadows of midday and covering the world in deep night. As I lay in the dark, I begin to pray. What starts as a simple conversation with God soon becomes hostile and accusatory. “So why did I get stuck with the short end of the stick, huh? How come I can’t be more like so-and-so?” Immediately, I feel a wave of shame. I am ashamed of my dissatisfaction. God has gifted me abundantly, but I still choose to see what I don’t have. God has granted me with talents and a defined purpose, but I still choose to covet. Again, I feel sick, but not with discontent–with foolishness.

You are enough.

I begin to evaluate my intentions. Am I trying to glorify God or am I trying to aim the spotlight at myself? More shame rushes over me. As the lies inside me quiet, I realize how warped my thoughts had become. I was the child surrounded by toys on Christmas morning, donning a glum face and grumbling about how I hadn’t gotten what I wanted. As I mull over my thoughts, I come to realize how incredibly blessed I am. As memories come flooding in, I am reminded of the completeness I feel when doing what I’m truly meant to do. God’s design for my life was never meant to be a carbon copy of someone else’s, and that is apparent by the overwhelming joy I feel when using my own gifts to glorify God!

For so long I had been trying to reshape my talents to fit the world’s standard of success and value–it was like cramming the proverbial square peg into a round hole, and it never worked. Finally, the burden just became too heavy to bear. But even after all the rebelling, I still heard those comforting words, “you are enough.”

So I am learning to trust God when He presents His gifts and says, “this is enough.”

I am learning to look in the mirror and say, “you are enough.”

words by Kendall Bolam and photo by Hailey Pierce

I am a 24-year-old girl who is obsessed with music, coffee, and art. I’m just trying to figure out how to handle all that life throws at me.

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