Who I am is quite enough.
Twenty-eight years has come and almost gone... yet somehow I still feel like the little girl (holding onto the tiny crutches) flying through the playground, trying with all of her might to keep up with everyone else.
Strange how life will just happen without giving you fair warning to prepare. The past two years have packed an inexplicable amount of lessons in life, love and loss. In summary: I launched a career in dialysis, moved away from home, learned I am no cook, moved back home, accepted the fact that I am no cook and went through my first real relationship... yes, I know... it happened.
The girl you've loved for so long... and prayed for even longer... well, she fell in love.
I always imagined if a relationship ever came to fruition in my life, that would be the ultimate gift Christ could ever bestow... And while it was a precious gift, it just wasn't the truth.
The only difference now between me and the little girl is the illusion has slowly disappeared and Christ has moved in, revealing that even the deepest desires of my heart cannot be satisfied by anyone but Him... and I know this more fully 28 years later.
So today I am able to say, there is none like Him... and I can say it with full assurance. No job, no location, no spouse or friend will ever amount to the love, acceptance and beauty of Christ.
Family and dearest friends: Thank you. Thank you for loving me all this time. Thank you for listening to the deep laments of a woman in a broken body. Thank you for supporting my journey through never quite understanding this cross... but praying me through all of my pain, my questions and my joy.
Jesus: As long as You give the strength, my crutches and I are ready to go. You are everything. Thank you for the difficult lesson of learning there is none like you... thank you for breaking me, so I might be found beautiful.
And thank you for saying it is quite enough.
