I Don’t Feel Enough — But I’m Still Here

There are days I show up here with more questions than clarity.

Days when I write from a place that feels more like cracks than calling.

And honestly?

There are days I don’t feel like I’m enough — as a mom, a wife, a writer, or a woman of faith.

I forget the things I meant to say.

I lose my patience.

I miss the mark.

I fumble my way through another prayer that sounds more like a sigh.

But I’m still here.

Still writing. Still opening my Bible. Still whispering His name.

Still coming back — rusted, tired, unfinished… but present.

What We Think “Enough” Looks Like

We often imagine “enough” as this shiny, final version of ourselves — the woman who never snaps, never forgets, never questions.

She’s organized. She’s polished. She’s got her faith in perfect order.

But I’ve come to believe that God’s definition of enough doesn’t look like ours at all.

Enough Looks Like Showing Up

In the book of John, Thomas told the truth — he doubted.

Peter messed up — big time.

Martha got overwhelmed, and Mary sat down in the middle of it all.

Still, Jesus loved them. Spoke to them. Included them.

God never asked us to be enough before He met us.

He meets us in the very place we feel too small, too unsure, too imperfect.

What I Know Today

So here I am — rusted, but rooted.

Tired, but still turning toward grace.

I’m learning to let my brokenness be seen… because that’s where His mercy shows up.

You may not feel enough today.

But you are here.

And sometimes, faith looks like just that — not fixing, not achieving — just showing up anyway.

Let that be enough.

You are welcome here. You are wanted here.

You are already more than enough in the eyes of the One who sees you fully.

— Brianne