Enough

Have I ever really believed that God is enough?

I mean, I've probably said He was. I might have even thought that I believed it.

But your beliefs are pretty much revealed through your actions.

So.

Have I acted like God is enough?

Or has my life thus far been mostly a study of how God is not enough?

Don't I really expect God plus?

You know,

God plus personal fulfillment.

God plus healthy children.

God plus financial security.

God plus physical safety.

God plus a happy marriage.

That's the lie I find myself believing, and living, so often.

The truth is

God is enough.

No plus.

Just God.

Enough.

And I guess I will know I am believing that truth, and therefore rejecting that lie, when my life reflects that God is enough.

When I stop demanding God to give me the things I think I deserve.

The things I think I have somehow earned with my good behavior toward the Almighty.

My self-righteous good deeds that I keep trying to stack up against my bad ones.

My mental list of all the commandments that I have so carefully kept.

O God, I am learning, as you are removing, that you are, indeed, enough.