Not Enough

There’s a quiet fear that lingers in the back of my mind sometimes…

What if I’m not enough?

Not enough for the life I want. Not enough for the calling God has placed on me. Not enough for the kind of love I pray for.

And if I’m being honest… sometimes that thought feels louder than truth.

But then I think about a small, almost forgettable moment in Scripture. A boy with five loaves and two fish.

It wasn’t impressive. It wasn’t abundant. It wasn’t “enough” by any logical standard. And yet… it was placed in the hands of Jesus.

What We Call “Not Enough,” God Calls “Bring It to Me”

I think we often disqualify ourselves before God ever does. We look at what we have, our gifts, our energy, our progress, our past, and we decide it’s too small to matter.

Too broken.
Too inconsistent.
Too ordinary.

But that boy didn’t multiply the food. He didn’t figure out how to feed the crowd. He simply offered what he had. And that’s the part I keep coming back to…

God never asked him to be enough. He just asked him to be willing.

God Doesn’t Need More, He Multiplies What’s Given

Five loaves and two fish didn’t become enough because they were enough. They became enough because they were surrendered.

That’s the difference.

God doesn’t operate within the limits we place on ourselves. He works through surrender, not perfection.

Which means maybe the question isn’t:
“Am I enough?”

Maybe the better question is: “Am I willing to place what I have in His hands?”

What This Means for Me (and Maybe for You Too)

Maybe “not enough” looks like:

Feeling behind in life.
Struggling with the same temptations.
Not being where you thought you’d be by now.
Wondering if you’re ready for the things you’re praying for.

I feel those things too. But this story reminds me that God has never been limited by human insufficiency. He specializes in it.

A Gentle Shift in Perspective

What if instead of shrinking back, I leaned in? What if instead of saying, “I’m not enough,” I said, “God, this is what I have.”

My time.
My heart.
My effort.
My faith, even when it’s small.

Because small things in His hands don’t stay small.

A Prayer

God,
I keep trying to measure myself and coming up short. But You were never asking me to measure up. You were asking me to trust You. Help me to stop holding back what feels insignificant. Teach me to offer it anyway. Even when it’s small. Even when it’s messy. Even when I don’t feel ready. Because You are the One who multiplies, not me.
Amen.