I Am Made Enough

On my own I am fiercely inadequate.
Sure to be consumed by the fires
That are around me and within me.
I feel underqualified, underexperienced, and underprepared
For the battles I find myself fighting.
Surely this is too much, surely I will collapse.
But somehow, every morning, I find more.
I find enough strength to fight one more day.
I know that this is beyond my capacity;
I am made enough.

Asked to do things beyond myself;
Things that tear out my heart and stomp on it.
These commands drive me to my knees.
Every part of the natural man revolts and screams.
The spirit inside me cries and bows head.
 I know I want what He wants for me;
No matter how much it hurts now, it will be well.
I will place this part of me on the alter. Better is coming.
As I throw my whole self into His plan for me,
I am made enough.

A time of transition, uncertainty, change, and unknowns.
I can't clearly see the path I am to tread.
We both know I will do what ever is asked,
But I need to know what it is.
There is beauty in this as well though.
In the very moment I feel abandoned,
When I am certain He has forgotten my struggles,
And dreams and cares and concerns and hopes,
He sends a sliver of light, another ounce of patience.
I am made enough.

Time after time after time it all works out.
I find myself with enough strength for one more day,
One more battle, one more interaction.
There are never angels or heavenly manifestations.
It is a peace-filled strength that flows into my soul;
It always comes in the moments of greatest need.
Somehow He always knows when I am about to sink,
But He always catches me. I never fall too far.
In tender moments He fills me with His power.
He has made me enough.