Jesus, It's early morning on this tired Monday and this day stretches long ahead, this week stretching even longer.
It's the kind of day where guilt and disappointment press down hard upon me, the suffocating and desolate kind, and I wonder how I'm supposed to make it through this day, let alone making it through feeling secured and enough and whole.
I'm always reminding myself to "choose enough, choose enough, choose enough," but there are times where I feel attaining that choice is close to an impossibility.
So today, instead of whispering choose enough over and over like a rhythmic ritual in my head, I'll ask you, Jesus, if you'll be enough for me. Because the truth is: today I don't feel enough. I'm fragile and shaky and a little wilted and not enough.
But you are enough for me.
This is my prayer, the prayer I'll breathe and think and whisper today on this weary Monday. May I not choose enough, but choose you to be enough for me.
Amen.
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