Enough

I sink to my knees and thank God for my own edges. For where I run out and run dry. They are closer than I know. And they are where He rescues me.

Jesus, save me from my pursuit of comfort.

I grit my teeth and thank God for humbling me. For the sense of smallness. For the familiarity of the view from the bottom of the mountain.

Jesus, save me from feeling like I'm enough.

I clench my fists and thank God for the grief. For the darkness that gives me a choice: close my eyes and cover my ears, or cling tight to the light of His truth.

Jesus save me from trying to save myself.