When is Enough Enough?

Lake Murray at sunset
Enough: adequate for the want or need; sufficient for the purpose or to satisfy desire.

Is it ever enough?
Me and Michael's dog, Idgie, enjoying a boat ride

Sam and I walk four 2-3 miles four times a week and I play tennis, is it enough exercise?On Michael's boat with Mom and sisters Annie and Jane

I do my best to cut out sugar, drink lots of water and add more fruits and veggies to my diet, but is it enough?Enjoying the cool marsh breeze at my sister Sue's house

I read and study my bible daily and pray fervently throughout the day, but is it enough? Lunch by the beach with Annie (photographer), Sue and Mom

I open my house on Wednesday nights for a ladies bible study. I make things to sell for various missions. I volunteer time, skills and money for the poor. But is it enough?
Waves crashing over us at Fernadina Beach

I've struggled this summer with feelings inadequacy, that I'm just not enough. No matter what I try to do it just never feels enough. I go around and around with feelings that tie my gut into knots. I've been walking on a very thin tightrope, always on the edge of falling over into the depths of crying my heart out.Ahhh the cool ocean

I've actually sat in church and compared myself to the women sitting around me. I've asked myself "Why can't I be as skinny as her?" …"Why can't I dress as nice as her?" …"Mary, why don't you give more of yourself like her?" …"Why can't your marriage be like theirs?"And the biggest lie I tell myself is "If you were a better Christian, you wouldn't be having all these crazy thoughts to begin with!"

Oh sweet Jesus, save me! And He does. Getting my hammock on at Folly Beach

He comes to me in the quiet moments when I cry out to him. He reminds me that I am enough.Big beach umbrellas and low chairs on the beach with some of my favorite people

He tells me he thinks I'm beautiful just the way I am. Sipping and rocking on the big front porch of our house the beach

God doesn't judge my curves, cellulite and aging skin, but looks at my heart. He sees me trying to love, share and serve. He thinks that is enough.God made me in his image, not as an exact copy. He knows I am flawed, emotional, ditsy, dented, forgetful, self-centered. He knows my mistakes, my thoughts and my desires. And he loves me so much just the same.
God speaks to me through that friend who grabs my hand as tears are flowing and calls out to Jesus for me. He speaks in that quiet moment of the day when I least expect it. He speaks to me through the pages of my bible. And every time he says "You are enough for me."Oyster shells outside Bowen's Landing

I know I'm not alone in having these feelings. We are bombarded with ideas that we should have bodies that look like this; we should think like this; we should accept this and but not that; we should strive for more; we should pack more in our days; we should eat this, but not that; we should act like this and more "shoulds" than should ever be allowed. It can make a person crazy. It has me. You?
Honestly? The only "should" that should be in our life is to give our lives to God. That's it. Completely and totally give our lives over to him, because that is enough.

I have enough. I have more than enough. I have family, friends and purpose. Even when my circumstances are more painful than perfect, I have enough. I have all that I need. I have Jesus. I have a hope for the future. I have a power greater than me, that is in control. I have another day. I have everlasting life. And that is more than enough.

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Three Gifts of Sand

Today’s Joy Dare Challenge is to name three gifts of sand. Living in South Carolina the beach immediately came to my mind. It has been a few years since we have vacationed there as a family, but whenever I can walk barefooted in the sand I do it. Here are a few sand gifts that bring joy to my heart.


20130724-120532.jpg326. Sand Castles and Pirate Boats. During this particular family vacation, we decided to forego the usual sandcastle and built a pirate boat. Not just a little tug boat, but one that the whole gang could sit in! From the youngest kid to the oldest adult, we all had a hand in digging, shaping and building this ship. Thirty people working together happily is a good thing.

20130724-121415.jpg327. Friendships Strengthened.Several years ago, we had some wonderful family friends that lived in our neighborhood. It was assumed that for every birthday party, trick-or-treating, and ice storm sleep overs, we would be with the Foleys. We went to the beach for vacation too. Even though the kid’s ages ranged from 3 years old up to teenagers, there no fussing, just lots of laughs. Unfortunately, they had to move several states away. We miss them terribly, but we hold dearly the value of the special times we had together.

20130724-122627.jpg328. Beach Peace. Where else can you go to spend hours watching a sea critter crawl up the side of a large jar? There is something about the peace I feel when sitting in my low beach chair, my feet slowly digging in the sand, water lapping our bottoms and listening to the waves crash. It so relaxing to me.

20130724-123156.jpg329. Special time with my Daddy and Poppy.Superman and my brother-in-law know the importance of making family time. Superman is an only child, so to empathize with my desire to be with my five siblings and parents, is one of his greatest qualities. For several years, the two of them would rent a large beach house for the entire family to be together. My siblings live in several different states, so getting together can be difficult. This particular picture was the last year Poppy, Superman’s dad, and my Daddy were able to be with us. They both passed away shortly after. I am so thankful I have those memories.