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An Open Letter to My Kids...You are Good Enough

There will be days where you won't feel like you are "enough." Just this past week I have felt like I was not a "good enough" friend, that I was not "good enough" at work, and that I was not a "good enough" mother to you all. I know you all will have days like these too. Maybe you won't make the team, or maybe someone you like won't like you back, or maybe you won't get the grade you studied so hard for. As you get older you might struggle with feeling "good enough" romantically, financially, and personally. You might struggle with feelings of mistrust, loss, and disappointment. If I could shelter and protect you forever I would. But since I can't, I want to remind you of something so very important, something I had to remind myself this past week:

YOU ARE GOOD ENOUGH FOR GOD.

There is no one in this life you need to impress but Him. He made you exactly how He wanted you to be, flaws and all. You are perfectly imperfect. You are smart enough. Fast enough. Pretty enough. Strong enough. Popular enough. Good enough. YOU ARE ENOUGH. And on days where you are feeling less than, I want you to fall to your knees and talk to God. Tell Him your thoughts, your fears, your worries. And while you are there I want you to remember that your worth is not found in Facebook likes, or by the number of friends you have, or by the amount of money you make, or by how many girls/boys like you. Your worth is found in Him. Do something to make Him proud. Be kind to someone, give to the poor, volunteer in your community, open up your Bible, love everyone regardless of race or social status. When you put Him first, everything else will fall into place. You will start to feel a purpose in your life, one that's bigger than your worldly desires.

My hope is that when it's time for you to leave the nest, that you will look back and remember all the good and fun(ny) times we had. You will remember playing in the rain, going on family outings, eating Spam more often than you can remember (gag), singing at the top of our lungs in my awesome minivan, going to the Philippines for a year, camping out in the living room, being sarcastic with one another, and being loud, crazy, and together. But my PRAYER is that you will leave here with a confidence that God loved you first. That you will praise Him in good times, and trust and lean on Him in bad times. If that's all you do in this life, well, that's good enough for me.

And good enough for Him.




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