Dear girl who thinks she’s not enough,
Whenever anyone I know has a baby girl, I find myself praying she will grow up feeling confident in her worth and enough-ness. But I’m not that naive. I know when you’re a person trying to find your place in this world, your inadequacy shouts far louder than your gifts.
Each day I wake up and try to choose that I am enough, and still there are days where I am crippled by my insecurities. I used to think I could get to the point where I would always feel enough. Now I’m realizing that enough is not a feeling, but a choice.
I could tell you a million times over that your worth is far greater than all the stars gathered up together in the sky.
I could tell you that I’d pour your worth into the sea, only to hear it clang like a tambourine and come crashing back upon me, its tidal wave astronomical in strength, gushing across the plains and hills and valleys, cresting along the barriers of the Earth.
I could tell you that I’d like to take a measuring tape and wrap your worth around the circumference of the globe, only to see it wrap around a thousand times, immeasurable, a never ending ruler of your worth.
We could do these things together; I could show you your strength and dazzling significance, but still, if you haven’t chosen to see that you’re worth far more than all of these, you’ll stay weary and crippled and believing you’re not enough. You and I both know that you have a great deal more to offer the world than a weary and crippled girl.
Sometimes I like to dream about what the world would look like if we all chose to believe that how God made us is entirely good enough. And then I go one step further and start to dream about what the world would look like if we not only believed we were enough, but believed that who we are is just plain good.
When I am feeling most afraid and un-enough, I go back to God’s words in the beginning where He calls you and me and the flowers and the birds and the trees and the ocean and the thousands of stars and the millions of grains of sand good. And then I think, “If I am good in God’s eyes — eyes that see beauty far more detailed and intricate and stunning than I could ever see — why am I not good in my own?”
This is who I am:
I am a sinner — elaborately flawed by my own self. I screw up consistently, so much so that some days I don’t even realize how much I have sinned.
But I am saved and forgiven and enough. I am worthy and valuable and significant — not because of anything I did, but because Jesus has deemed me His.
You are all of this, too.
All of the people of the world could affirm your worth and value and enough-ness, and yet if you don’t choose to believe it for yourself, you’ll never believe them.
Dear girl who thinks she’s not enough — you are.
But enough is a choice and not a feeling. It’s a daily, sometimes minutely in my case, decision to retrain your thoughts: I am enough as I am. I am enough as I am. I am enough as I am.
You have so much to offer the world: beauty and art and rare gifts that can only come from your hands, your voice, your beautiful brain. But ultimately you have to choose to believe that.
I hope you do. And I hope you know this: the world is a much, much lovelier place with you in it.