enough

Enough -

The only way I can say “I am enough”, 

is to first face all the evidence pointing to the fact that I am not enough. 

I look in the mirror; 

no filters, no dimmed lights.

Nothing to cover me, I stand bare and face it.

I face me.

Every flaw taunts.

Every weakness threatens to strangle.

Each shortcoming is another empty cup I hold, nothing in it to offer.

Each breath becoming tight and short as I see how I truly am.

Being still and quiet long enough brings clarity, 

and I am shaken as my eyes adjust to the image.

Only here am I ready to see that You come.

You step into the image and You absorb each flaw,

each weakness,

each mis-step,

and every willful act of evil.

You bring to me a robe and wrap it around shivering shoulders.

Royal.

Righteous.

Resplendent.

The weight of it warms and settles me.

I draw my hands out from beneath thick folds, 

holding up empty cups - what I have to offer to others.

Even as I am about to feel ashamed that they hold nothing, You come again,

this time with wine and oil and living water.

You pour each cup until the brim is breached.

In a flash I see my future - 

mercies of Your lavish pouring, new every morning.

I see my arms reaching out from the royal robes each day,

holding empty cups that You are filling.

And now I see it.

YOU are enough, Lord.

And I have You.