If I just had a little more time, money, or snacks in my packed lunch, I would be/do better. How often have I thought these words? Sure, snacks were mostly prioritized higher on the list before I had children, but the fear of not having, or being enough has played the monster under my bed far too many times. But I’m not alone. I’ve had to convince friends and family of their own stealth, prowess and talent before. When someone is fearful of facing new experiences, relationships or demands, trying to persuade him/her of the astuteness in his/her abilities can sometimes feel like delivering the closing argument in a life or a death case. I’ve been all over that metaphorical court room as the lawyer, judge, plaintiff and defendant, sometimes all at once, regarding my own case of inadequacy.
When I got my very first professional dancing job, not just a gig, I thought to myself, Are they serious? They actually want to pay me? Oh, goodness! I better be good, or I won’t be worth it. The funny thing was I didn’t walk blindly onto their stage or payroll. I had auditioned. They had seen me amongst so many others, and, quite decisively, chose ME. I was already enough. The question of my abilities never had an answer because, truthful, it was not a valid inquiry.
For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— Ephesians 2:8
And then there are the prayers, in which we ask God for help and then kindly list the kind of help we are implying. This is then closely followed by the wait; the stretching of our patience as we busy our schedules with self-help books, seminars and affirmations to grow our being tall enough to reach the heights we seem to face. Time passes and our celestial grocery list slowly starts to manifest, but the big ticket items are missing. God where’s the yeast to ferment my bathtub wine? (Says nobody ever, except sometimes). Where are the essentials I asked you for? How do you expect me to make it without all of the items I requested from you?… Around that last sad, desperate, and uninformed plea, I like to picture God picking his teeth with a golden toothpick lined with the feathers of ancient eagle’s wings, and looking up into heaven’s heaven like, She doesn’t even understand the problem, but somehow is sure of the answer… or… He is completely unaware that he’s never been without a solution. I’ve already given him everything he’ll ever need.
But the gift is not like the trespass. For if the many died by the trespass of the one man, how much more did God’s grace and the gift that came by the grace of the one man, Jesus Christ, overflow to the many! Romans 5:15
Now some of our requests require material rebuttals (food, shelter, income) but many times the answer is hidden within us, gifted to us by the Most High from our inception. Talent, intelligence, that annoying ability to persist to near perfection, or the effortless way you calm and nurture difficult situations and/or people until they are beaming with energy and light. Answers. They are all answers you’ve never prayed for and may be completely unaware of how simple and immeasurable they really are.
God has always known you and your needs. He has no difficulty deciphering how to navigate you into joy, peace and prosperity. He has made you, on purpose, and in His own image. You are enough and God’s grace is more than sufficient.
But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. 2 Corinthians 12:9