Sundays are a 17+ hour day for me, and I love them. But, every Sunday, without exception, I arrive home and feel like I should have done more.
Awaiting my arrival home are usually emails from folks who thought I didn’t/wasn’t x enough. Accompanying them are other emails from other folks who thought I did/was x too much.
I have conversations and I wonder, “Did I say/do x enough?” I study and prepare wondering if I read and prayed enough. I lead wondering if I led well enough.
Fact: I will never be enough, study enough, care enough, or lead enough for other people.
And then I think about Jesus. Suspended on the cross by rusty nails that executed the Father’s will, he said, “It is finished.” He was so secure in His work and His words that He exhaled and His Spirit left His body. He stopped. He was enough.
In my not-enough-ness, Jesus is enough. In your not-enough-ness, Jesus is enough. The clamoring critics, the angry boss, the demanding children — you’re not going to be enough for them. If you let them, they’ll create a black hole in your soul that can never be filled. If you (and I ) lean on Jesus’ enough-ness, we can help those who need our help, and when we’ve done enough, we can be finished. Like Jesus.2