You Are Enough
Feeling inadequate, unworthy, and exhausted is part of it.
13 And it acame to pass that the voice of the Lord came to them in their afflictions, saying: Lift up your heads and be of good comfort, for I know of the covenant which ye have made unto me; and I will covenant with my people and deliver them out of bondage.
14 And I will also ease the aburdens which are put upon your shoulders, that even you cannot feel them upon your backs, even while you are in bondage; and this will I do that ye may stand as bwitnesses for me hereafter, and that ye may know of a surety that I, the Lord God, do visit my people in their cafflictions.
15 And now it came to pass that the burdens which were laid upon Alma and his brethren were made light; yea, the Lord did astrengthen them that they could bear up their bburdens with ease, and they did submit cheerfully and with cpatience to all the will of the Lord.
— Mosiah 24: 15; The Book of Mormon
There were a couple of weeks when I felt like I had absolutely no time to breathe. I thought in the back of my mind — I wonder when I’m going to have a meltdown. I mean, I have cried and all. But for me, a meltdown means complete hopelessness nested in the mother of all exhaustion. The thing is I was doing good things. Things that serve my family and other people I care about. Every hour, restless, helping, serving, hungry, filled with His Spirit, the most uncomfortable human stretch of submitting to His will.
My therapist and I talked about submission. Submission in regards to the limited-thinking humanity (involving all of us) and submission in the eyes of God.
Let me give an example.
The majority of the time, I struggle to wake up in the morning. I wake up at a pretty good time now but my wish is that I can consistently do that. It felt impossible sometimes. I had several mornings I don’t wake up at the time I wanted to and I stress out about catching up with chores, opportunities that lie within self-nourishment, and everything else.
I get this nagging feeling in my mind, almost incessant. A feeling of inadequacy. Memories of my body feeling intense projection from the unresolved, neglected thorns of others. I understand now that I‘ve done nothing dreadfully wrong. I make mistakes as part of living and growing. Errors and shortcomings created a path for me to become more of who I wanted to be. How an all Good and Kind God wanted me to be.
I knew that my Father in Heaven would not want me to be so hard on myself, as much as a parent cares for their troubled child. I want to always remember that.
“Unrealistic expectations of keeping a home,
Both partners differ in skills and strengths,
The hostile ode of society telling wives to stay home,
mothers rigorously work full-time,
and if you’re truly qualified,
you should be doing both.”
Nope.
No, no,
no thanks!
It is my hope, no matter what pressure or burden we feel is drowning us under muddy waters, that there is a present God willing to bear our very personal, heavy things with us. Along the journey is His promise of discovering what truly works for each of our incredibly unique circumstances.
We do not need to earn His love. Our worth to God is not based on our productivity. His love is simply, always there. Everything we’ve been trying to do— it all counts, and all of it has a vital role in His plan. In and through Jesus Christ— the Way, the Truth, and the Light.
Have a beautiful weekend of the true submission,
of trying,
and trying again.
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