Not Enough

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It’s a typical Thursday night and I’m at school far too late, grading papers at my computer when I get the call.  We’ve got a teenage girl who needs placement tonight. We don’t know much. Can you and Will take her?  I call Will and we agree. With our yes, our lives change once again, in an instant. I pack my bags and rush home. The schoolwork that felt so important five minutes ago now seems so insignificant as I toss it in the backseat. At home, I scramble around cleaning and safeguarding. Do we lock up the knife block? Do we have an empty dresser for her to unpack into? Why didn’t I vacuum this morning? I can’t sit still. The social workers aren’t coming for a cleanliness inspection, but somehow clean equates to competent in my mind and I think if I can clean off one more counter, I can convince them I know what I’m doing. I hurry to make dinner. Do you think she likes vegetables? What if she hates chicken? I worry about the intricacies of dinner because it feels like the one part of the evening I can control. We anxiously wait for her arrival. She’s nervous and tired when she walks in. So are we. We chat with social workers, sign papers, run through school details and just like that, they’re gone. Here we are, two twenty-somethings who moments ago became parents to a teenager we are too young to have birthed. Inadequate, incapable, scared to death, but determined as hell.  

She opts out of dinner, instead watching us through the open door from inside her room. One  of the first times she speaks to me, she asks if I know how to sew. She shows me a stuffed lion and says he’s made it longer than any of her other stuffies. He’s six years old, she tells me. He’s lived a hard six years, ragged and worn, limbs falling off from the very embraces of love and anxiety. That night as I sit and sew the legs back on that ragged lion, I wonder if maybe she’s a bit like him- limbs torn from trauma, worn and frayed at the edges. My greatest fear is that maybe I don’t have the skills or the tools to sew her back together. 

I am an achiever. This will surprise exactly 0 people who really know me. I’m a three on the Enneagram, but the desire to achieve has run in my blood long before there were the results of a personality test to explain it. In the last year or so, I’ve come face to face with a lot of the unhealthy facets of being an achiever (marriage is often a really painful, but sanctifying mirror). I’ve spent my fair share of time in a therapist’s office trying to work out why approval matters so much to me. I’ve also spent a fair share of time on my knees repenting of the idol I have made of approval in my life. And you know what? I’m nowhere near healed or done. I’m a work in progress, just like each of us. In this particular season, however, I’m keenly positioned to realize how much I am “not enough” for my life. I’m not enough as a new pastor’s wife, I’m not enough as a foster mom, I’m not enough as a teacher. Before you dive in to rescue me with platitudes of kindness, sit with me in the discomfort for a moment. I spent a few years diving into the word enough. It’s something I’ve always struggled with, this overwhelming fear of being insufficient. I thought I had worked it out. I really believed I could live in the reality that I was enough and put a period at the end of my searching. Here’s what I’ve come to realize on this journey. The only way to truly commune, the only way to live this one life in full awareness is to wake up every morning in the reality that I am far from enough. It is to wake up every morning and trade in my desire for success, achievements and approval for a deeper desire for Jesus.  I’m not enough, and I can quit my striving and searching because only Jesus is.  

When I look at that teenager asleep in our guest room, I can be terrified or I can be humbly submitted. Yesterday, I stood in church and I sobbed because I’m truthfully not sure that I know how to love her best. I’m not sure that I know how to love her at all. The part of my heart that strives and searches wants to retract and build walls. After all, if I can’t do it well, it’s not worth doing, right? Wrong. I may not be the most equipped to love her, but I am the most available. I am right here and I’m going to keep figuring it out as I go. Jesus so gently reminded me during worship that while I might not know how to love her yet, He is already holding and loving both of us. He is parenting the lost little girl in both of us. So I’ll keep showing up with all of my insufficiency and I’ll keep trusting Jesus to bridge the gaps. I’ll stitch up the little stuffed lions and I’ll advocate for her in a system where it feels she’s so often forgotten and I’ll trust Jesus to do the stitching up of hearts and lives.  

Top 17 of 2017

1. I built a life in a new town, a new house and with a new job.

This year has been full! I’ve officially lived in my house for one entire year and it has been everything I could have ever dreamt of. I’m wildly grateful, and even though I’ll begin packing boxes just a couple months after I’ve finally hung all my pictures, it has been such a sweet season of independence, strength, and resilience. I still love my precious little town and I can’t imagine working anywhere else. Teaching is every bit as exhausting and rewarding as expected, but I survived the hardest year of teaching I could have imagined. I’m learning to find my groove. I don’t leave at dark anymore and more often than not, I’m able to step back and truly enjoy watching the magic that takes place each day! I was made for this.


2. I did spoken word to share my story.

About two years ago, I shared my story online for the first time. It ended up being a contributor post for Huffington Post and got a good bit of traction. It was terrifying. And yet somehow, while I knew everyone close to me could read it, it was easier knowing that I didn’t have to look them in the eyes while they read it. And then, in April, the nonprofit ministry I help run hosted a talk on sexual abuse. I knew from the moment I saw it on the list of topics that God was calling me to share my story publicly for the first time, but it took me a few more weeks to admit it. Most people don’t know this, but I have a minor lisp. I can assure you that nothing about it felt minor as I prepared to do spoken word about my story in front of the people I see every day. The month leading up to sharing my story was wildly hard. I noticed my lisp everyday. A few weeks prior, a relationship came to an end. I considered backing out. The week of, I wrote scriptures all over my hands to remind myself of the truth. And the night of, I showed up and did it. While I felt completely drained afterwards, the conversations that followed brought freedom and I’m so glad I did it. As Oprah said last night at the Golden Globes “What I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we all have.”

3. I launched a book and explored Texas with my favorite friends a second time.
Two years ago, in a late night email, I found out I was chosen to be on the launch team for Jen Hatmaker’s For the Love. Then, a few months later, I found out my endorsement was published in the front of her now New York Times bestseller. The season of excitement culminated in a huge party where Jen invited her 500 internet friends to her backyard. We all credited it to an amazing once-in-a-lifetime experience. And then she did it again- she wrote another book and threw another party in her backyard. But this time #the500 had walked through nearly 2 years of life together and we were ready.  We filled three plus days with backyard barbecues, food, and fun. These women love Jesus and love each other well. So many of them have become real-life friends and I’m so grateful for this tribe. The Texas trip was a highlight of my summer, especially since one of my very best friends Jenn came along and we made it an adventure through Waco, San Antonio and Austin. The trip was so good for my soul.


4. We closed our church doors.

This is a tough one. I wrote about it a bit this year, you can read my words here or the lovely guest post from a dear friend here. I’ll tell you this. I’m still grieving. I’m not always sure when or how, grief is tricky like that. Like this morning for instance, when a pastor’s wife asked me “So what brought you here? Do you have a background in church?” and I burst into tears as I tried to answer. Oh yes, I have a background in church….
For now, I’ll leave you with the words I spoke on our last Sunday.
Anchor Baptist church has raised me. I’ve spent more hours collectively within church walls than nearly anywhere else in my life. I’ve been here for birthdays and Christmas and nearly every season of my life has been marked by this church. I can’t look back on memories or pictures without finding your faces. You’ve taught me to love Jesus well. I’ve learned to love people well by watching you love each other, by watching you love your spouses and your kids. You made space for me in the years where I wasn’t chasing Jesus and you cheered me on when I was. There are no words for the roots this church has given me. I found Jesus here. Not within these four physical walls, but within the loving arms of fellow believers. For that, I will be forever changed and forever grateful.

5. I visited churches for the first time ever.
Oddly enough, though I’ve been in church my entire life, most of my experience has been in two churches. So, when we felt God calling us to walk away from the life we knew, I did the only thing I knew how- I kept going to church. In fact, over the last 6 months, I’ve been to a lot of churches. Getting to see how God is at work all over our city has been an incredible gift. I needed time to sit and show up where no one knew my name. I’ve been able to do that. I needed to fill my journals with sermon notes and scripture and truth that would remind me that God is good and His promises are true. And I did.
I recently wrote this about what I’ve realized these last several months.
“You’re never gonna let,
Never gonna let me down.
You are good, good, oh”

These are the words I stood and sang in church this morning with tears in my eyes. You see, over the course of the last year, I’ve battled with words like these. I so often wondered if I even theologically agree with them. Can I honestly proclaim that God will never let me down? Do I truly believe that
I sat down a few weeks ago and looked over this journal. It’s tear-stained and falling apart. I’ve written desperate, breathless prayers on my bathroom floor on its tattered pages. And I’ve prayed for good and holy things through these pages. I’ve begged God to do gospel work in relationships that ended up dying. I’ve longed for and dreamt of revival and interceded for a church that closed its doors. And if I’m honest, I’ve harbored some anger, some bitterness over what felt like silence from God. Then I turned to this page. Nearly a year ago, I began praying this prayer. All of you Jesus. Nothing more, nothing less, nothing else. It may be the only answered prayer in this journal. But it’s enough. If the only answer I ever get from my prayers is more of Jesus, it will be worth wearing out my knees and warring for that truth day and night. Because today, today I could sing with joy that the God who felt silent never truly lets me down.


6. I went to some amazing concerts.

James Arthur, OneRepublic, Johnnyswim, and getting to see my best friend in her element was icing on the cake!


7. I started writing a book.

I feel crazy even saying this out loud. I have no idea where this will go, but I’m writing. I’m prioritizing and writing and praying.


8. I got certified as a foster parent.

One of the more difficult parts of my job involves handling cases of students who are, for one reason or another, not safe or cared for at home. The issue is complex and there are no easy answers, but one solution on a larger scale is quality foster homes. The statistics on foster care are staggering. I can’t help believe that Jesus actually meant it when he told us to care for the orphan. That’s why I spent 3 hours every Sunday for ten weeks learning about the system, kids in trauma, and parenting. I had an amazing instructor and I just found out last week that I’m officially certified. I’ve got a crib, an open home, and an open heart.



Interested in foster care? Check out HopeTree Family Services.


9. I found forgiveness.

Last year, I wrote the word forgiveness on this stone. It was a tangible reminder of a spiritual goal for the year. Forgiveness is still a daily choice, but it’s one I’m committed to making over and over again.


10. I made it on the video board in Times Square.

I’m not sure that this was on my bucket list, but it totally should have been!


11. I started CrossFit.

Y’all. CrossFit is hard. I’ll never forget my first night. I ate leftover pizza 10 minutes beforehand (because obviously I was very dedicated) and I thought I might vomit on the mat all night. Earlier this week we were doing one of the workouts that I could barely even complete the first night and I realized how much stronger I am after 2 months. That’s my goal- stronger. I’ll never be a size 2 but I want to be healthy and strong and CrossFit pushes me to do that!


12. I chopped off all my hair

New cut, new color, same me. I LOVED the short hair life. I’m growing it out for the wedding but I’ll probably do another big chop right after!


13. I set healthy boundaries.

In theory, I’m amazing with boundaries. I’ve read all the books. I could coach people on healthy boundaries. In practice? My palms get sweaty when I think of hurting someone’s feelings. But this year I started. I chose healthy, even when it didn’t make everyone happy. I stood my ground and I didn’t run when things got uncomfortable. Just a few weeks ago I was having a conversation with someone close to me and they said I just feel like I let you down. A year ago, the news they’d just shared would have put me in a full-on panic attack, but this year I simply said this You can’t let me down when you’re not the thing holding me up. I want more for you than this, but you have to want it too. The best part? I meant it.

14. I chased a whole lot of sunsets.

I’m not 100% sure on this but I think Jesus put something in me that enjoys sunsets, sunrises, and starry nights a little bit more than the average human. And y’all… we chased them all this year. So good for my soul.


15. I dated (for good and for bad).

I went on more first dates this year than I have in any other year of my life. In fact, I went on some second dates. Not every relationship had a perfect ending, but I learned so much about myself in the process. Also, if you check out #16 and 17 on my list here, you’ll see that I’m finally taking the advice every youth group kid got in the 90’s and I’m “kissing dating goodbye” because……..


16. I met the one.

Last week, my future sister-in-law asked when I knew her brother was “the one”.  I think it’s a tricky concept really. I don’t believe there is one person for each of us. I don’t believe that one wrong misstep could have my “one” married off to the wrong person and me left single forever. But I do believe God puts certain things in us that mesh well with certain other people. I do believe marriage is easier when we prioritize certain attributes and character traits in our dating. And just like I believe we choose to love rather than fall in love, I believe we choose to make someone our “one” rather than finding “the one”.


For me, I got to see so many of those attributes I’d prioritized and prayed for come to life in Will as we dated. On our second date in particular, we accidentally ended up in an eerily similar situation to a previous date with a previous guy that had ended in mounting frustration and yelling. When Will handled the same situation with patience and grace, I teared up in his pickup truck. God gave me eyes to see so many of those moments that were literal answers to prayer over these last seven months and I am so grateful.

17. I got engaged.

You could say my year ended on a pretty high note. Will’s proposal was magical, thoughtful, and special. I’ll share the full story in the next couple of weeks, but for now, here’s to changing my name in 2018!


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