Not Enough: The Anti-Cherry-On-The-Top

Not Enough: The Anti-Cherry-On-The-Top

She said she feels like she is drowning.

Drowning in





I said


I’m exhausted from treading water.

From trying to be it all and

do it all.

And feeling like a miserable failure

to top it all off.

The anti-cherry-on-the-top.

So what’s a woman to do?

How do I let go of this not enoughness

that I keep coming back to?





Again and again.

I come back here.

To this place.

Limbs and heart and mind

tired of treading water.

I can’t wear a cape and

be not enough.

I think I am supposed to hold this

not enoughness.

Not cling to it but daily

look at it.

See it for what it is.

See my need.

Say I am not enough and

with that acknowledgement, I say

I can’t do this on my own.

See, I am not the one

holding it all together.

All of the things that run through

my head and heart

on a given day are not resting on my shoulders.

Recognizing my not enoughness

is a reminder that

its not just up to me.

And trying my hardest,

staying up late, reading the latest book on discipline,

trying to spin all the plates

will always, every time

find me exhausted and

not enough.

And so I turn to the One

who is enough.

Enough for all

for all of time and eternity.

I am weak – not enough

but He is strong.


And in this place…

Where I am not alone…




Faithful to What is in Front of Me

Faithful to What is in Front of Me

I am sensing you calling me

to be faithful

to what you have put before me.

Dreams are great

ambitions – necessary

but they can also distract from

what is here, in front of me.

My daydreams can pull

my gaze from the

path that is already laid out for me.

I am easily distracted

from what I am supposed

to be pouring myself into.

Oh look!

I should be doing what she is doing!

Oh, this is a new thing.

I should sign up for this today.

That’s a cool dream.

That should be my dream!

Meanwhile the things that you’ve

opened doors for

are neglected,



and there’s a real threat of

them just withering away.

Give me an urgency for

what you have put

within me,

before me.


help me to be

faithful to the


the opportunities,

the talents,

the call

that you have brought to me.

Help me to fix my gaze on you

and trust you to order my steps.

Fill my heart with trust in you

and a confidence in what you have called me to

so the fear of not being enough

nor the fear of missing out

can shift my gaze.


 Search for Kindling:

What is before you?

Are you choosing it?



The Most Compelling Call to Community

The Most Compelling Call to Community

Last night I sat in a candle-lit room –

the music unplugged and worshipful.

The lights were dimmed and the room was set up in a more intimate way.

We sat in the heaviness of it.

The burden of our sin he carried.

The weight of the betrayal from his friend.

It was a quiet, meaningful and rare type of moment.

I could hear the occasional rustling of paper from kids holding the song lyrics.

I heard sniffles and people shifting in their seats.

I could see their faces, and in some cases, their tears.

And they could see me.

Perhaps they saw me hold my finger to my lips to

remind my child that they needed to be still.

Or perhaps they saw my face when my son got up

from his chair to take communion on his own terms.

He didn’t need us to accompany him.

The sacrifice Jesus made was for him too

and he felt that deeply.

And so he went on his own.

Or maybe they saw my tears

and my brokenness showing through.

I was there because of the sacrifice made for me.

I was thinking about me and what Jesus gave for me.

However, in the midst of being seen,

in the midst of the little noises that

accompany a room full of people,

I was reminded again by the pastor’s words

that the way to honor Jesus’ ultimate sacrifice,

is to love as he loved.

To be seen, to exist – is supposed to also mean

that you are loved.

And I am part of that equation –

I am hands and feet.

His love through me –

a pouring out.

And so again, it isn’t just about me.

I should not be concerned about

saving a reserve for myself.

Jesus commanded us to live a life of community

on the night he was betrayed.

To give.

To serve.

First in my own home

and then to the world around me.

I can’t be afraid of failing.

Or of not being enough.

Or of making a decision that is

contrary to the world around me.

These are lies born of fear.

And I am to live from a place of love

and not out of fear.

I am called to love out of the unfathomable love

that has been so freely given to me.

Move Me.

Move Me.

You see me here.

In this place that I would rather not be.

You see me.

And yet here I am.

Still in a place I would rather not be.

I guess I hoped you would pick me up and

move me like the iron on a monopoly board.

Move me to a place of




I’d like to pass go and collect my money, please

and move on from this space in time.

I am reminded as I fuss and fume

that you are all seeing and all knowing.

There’s so much I don’t know.

And so though I would like to not be here

in this spot that is costing me so much

it is where I am at today and perhaps will be

for an unknown amount of time.

I am here where I don’t want to be

but I am missing the obvious.

That you are with me.

I am not alone in my circumstances

but seen and loved in the midst of them.

You call to me in the places

that I don’t want to be.

You see me.

My desire for




is a desire that is fulfilled

by your presence

and not my circumstances.

And this is my greatest treasure.

She Practices Being Present.

She Practices Being Present.

I just finished a book that has a theme of being tethered to




each other.

The author has a beautiful way with words and is so deep.

I will reread her words and pray her prayers.

She practices being present.

I was talking to a friend tonight about the book

about how the author, Kaitlin Curtice, is so




And I said:

What if you don’t want to be where you are?

What do you do with that?

I admitted I didn’t know the answer.

When the moment is angsty and hard

and feels like a repeat of the day before

of attempting to climb the same slippery slope

and finding yourself stuck at the bottom again.

What does connected, tethered look like in that moment?

When it is a moment, a trial you would rather escape?

Is this just me?

Does anyone else feel this way?

Or maybe I am just super shallow.

Super impatient.

Incredibly weak.

Pining for a way out of the slippery icky mess.


as I sit here


I am reminded

striving produces strong.

Wading through mess makes your heart

work harder.

Makes it stronger.

Makes it rely on something other.

Forces it to pick up the habit

of choosing joy over

another serving of bitter angst.

Maybe I am just in the process of

being tethered to the right things.

Perhaps the wading through the hard

forces me to set my mind on things above

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              while I am present in the now and the not yet.

I wonder if maybe what I am connected to

is not always what I can touch and see

but also to what I desire to be my reality.

Maybe longing is a form of being tethered.

Maybe the pursuit of connection

is part of the practice of being present.

My prayer is that God would meet me here

in the not yet,

in the becoming

where my tears add to

                                                                                                                                                                                                             the slippery slope I am trying to ascend.

On Craving Good Things Instead of Me Things

On Craving Good Things Instead of Me Things


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“You have to try these oranges! They are so sweet!”

My husband bought the oranges for the kids’ lunches but

opened one to share with me.

The small segments were heavy with juice.

I popped an orange gem in my mouth

and was surprised to find my tastebuds

overwhelmed with the sweetest juice.

The fruit was a surprise, a thoughtful gesture

and it made me crave more good things.

So then I had an apple.

And then I sat down to write as I ate my crunchy apple.

Good makes me crave good.

Fruit makes me crave fruit.

I reach for fruit instead of another snack that might not be

as good of a choice.

I am coming off a small sugar trip

because there were cookies in the house.

I texted my sisters and mom to say that the

good news was that the cookies were gone and

the bad news was that I polished them off.

If there’s stuff that’s not good for me within reach –

there’s a good chance I will grab it.

It is the same with the fruit of the Spirit and my own nature.

When I am walking close with God and he grows fruit in my life,

I want to keep walking in that way.

I want to be someone

whose life exhibits love, joy, peace, patience,

kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control.

When I focus on me instead of the others-focused fruit,

I partake in things that are not good for me and

so I am unable to give good things to others.

On my own – I focus on me – it’s so easy to do.

It’s natural to focus on what I need, what I am not getting, what I want.

In fact, I can spend days considering what isn’t and what should change –

so that things are better for me.

Eventually, I get tired of living for me and distraught over

how my choices leave me on empty –

there’s nothing to give to the world, my family or friends.

I start to crave fruit.

I start to want more than what I am capable of on my own.

I desire to be Spirit-led rather than being led by my own selfishness.

I desire to be someone whose life produces fruit and

encourages others to desire fruit.

When I am in step with the Spirit

I am challenged to pursue the things that are not of me.

And only then can I give to others the fruit that is not of me.


Search For Kindling

When you find that you are in a place of self-focus, how do you find your way out of that?

What helps you shift your focus, what helps you crave what is good?

Which fruit is the biggest struggle for you? Why? Take a moment and pray about that fruit.