"Is He enough?"
I keep hearing this question everywhere, and last night during worship God really laid it on my heart again. "Am I enough? For all your fears, your dreams, your hopes, your pain, your mind, your soul? Am I enough?" I saw it in my head like a mound of loose soil, with a bunch of branches stuck in it. I was trying to pound in the dirt around the branches to make it a smooth surface on top. I could achieve that much, but there was always a big hump where the branches were. If you looked at it the right angle, though, it looked flat. I kept trying to build things on top of my mound, but they always fell over because there wasn't a firm foundation. I felt like the Lord was showing me how I am so afraid of the empty spaces that taking the branches away will leave... I'm scared of the dark holes that they will form. But then He was showing me that once the branches are removed, all of the soil will fall into its rightful place, filling all the gaps, and finally settling down. The foundation will be hard packed and firm, ready to build on. In my heart, not my head, I have to decide if Jesus is enough. And then I need to tear, violently, for they are rooted in; the branches from my life. Though fear may exist for a moment, He will soon enough fill every empty place inside me. Certainly, He is more than enough.