More Than Enough

I finally did it. I created a blog.

I cannot count the number of people who have encouraged me to write a blog within this past year. Of course I love to write—I am a journalism major for crying out loud. Yet every time someone would say something to me, I would always give some excuse. The easiest excuse to give to people was that I write enough for my classes.

(FYI: I write the same amount as much as every other college student; I’m still just taking my basics.)

The real reason I never wanted to start a blog, was that I didn’t think that I would have anything worth saying. I didn’t think that my words or thoughts or opinions mattered. I struggled for nearly 18 years with my confidence. I rarely ever thought I was good enough in anything I did. I constantly second guessed myself. I struggled often with accepting praise for any accomplishments. I never liked the way I looked or acted. I just didn’t like me.

And I didn’t like that I didn’t like me.

So at the beginning of this year, I made a promise to myself that I would love who I was. Six months into this year, and I can gladly say that I absolutely adore myself. The hardest part was digging down to the root of my issue. It took a while for me to understand why I ever even hated myself in the first place.

The problem was that I was looking at myself wrong. I saw the things that made me inadequate and thought of them as bad things. But they are not bad things. In 2^nd Corinthians, Paul tells about his weaknesses and how he thought they made him insufficient to teach the Gospel, when in actuality, his weaknesses brought more glory to God.

“But He said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” – 2 Corinthians 12:9-10

You see, my weaknesses and flaws are all a part of me. I was given the abilities and imperfections I have for a reason. And while I may not know all the reasons behind them, I am beginning to accept them, which is a start.

So even though I may not think that I am the prettiest or smartest or nicest or whatever the world says I should fill the blank in with, I am more than enough—all  thanks to Christ. And if I am good enough for the creator of the universe, then I am good enough for me.