2 Corinthians 3:5
When You Wonder If You’ll Ever Measure Up
I don’t remember the first time I felt it. It could have been in the third grade when I was the last one picked for the kickball team. Or maybe when I opened my mouth to sing like my musically talented brother and sister only to discover I was tone deaf. Not being enough has sort of been a faithful companion in my life . . . always there, reminding me of ways I didn’t fit in or belong.
I don’t remember the first time I didn’t measure up. But I do remember the first time I stopped measuring. I was a freshman in college, rooming with my twin sister. I called my mom on the phone and said, “Mom, did you know I’m petite?”
She laughed at my crazy question and said, “Of course, honey. You’re 5’2”. That’s petite by most standards. Why are you asking?”
I replied, “But Mom, I’m the big twin. I had no idea I was petite!”
This new realization was remarkable to me. I had spent my entire childhood being compared to my twin sister. We were born five minutes apart and I towered over her 4’10” frame. I was shocked when someone referred to me as petite. But that’s because I was measuring myself by the wrong perspective. And that’s what comparison does: it skews our view of ourselves and we begin to believe the lie that says we aren’t pretty enough or smart enough or stylish enough or skinny enough or tall enough or young enough or whatever enough.
We can never be all those things and certainly not at the same time. But that’s okay. We don’t have to be enough. Because Jesus is. All the time. And even better — through Christ — we are enough. He takes our inadequacies and unrighteousness and exchanges it for His perfection. When we don’t measure up, He does. And that is enough for all of us.
Whisper a prayer of thanks — that Jesus takes all our “not enough-ness” and He makes up for everything.