We made it, people. I say "we" because I somehow posted something here for 31 days in a row, and you somehow read them. I think you had the harder job.
I want to thank you for reading. I can't actually express how much that means to me -- whether this is the first post you've read or the 31st. It doesn't really matter how few or how many. It still means a lot.
(Thanks to Sarah, Sarah and my mom for lending this space a few of your amazing words.)
I hope you've been encouraged by a few of these. I hope you begin to understand the depth of your worth. I hope you place your value in the centre of Christ's hands, and I hope each day you meet him there, in the quiet where you feel small. I hope you realize that your inadequacy is in fact adequate. I hope you know you're more than what you could be labeled as.
I hope you write a letter to your body.
I really just hope you know you're enough, and even when you don't feel enough, Jesus will indeed be enough for you.
That's what I hope you know most of all.
So they say this is the end, but in truth you and I both know the end is far from here. Because sure, we're both probably thankful I won't be writing here every single day anymore, but enough is a choice that I hope you and I will both continue to choose.
Thanks for not breaking up with me. I've loved hanging out with you.
I'll see you. (Just not for a little while.)
I would love to hear what your favourite part of this 31 days series has been, and what things you'd like to hear from me in the future!
This is day thirty-one. You can find the rest of this series right here.
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