So I was lying in bed awake and uncomfortable for a few hours last night, thinking about everything from nursery furniture, to nursing, to owning a home, to paying bills, to early labor/delivery – all in relation to being a mother of course.
At some point, I realized that there was a song running through my head, like a subtle nudge from God.
All of You is more than enough for all of me
For every thirst and every need
You satisfy me with Your love
And all I have in You is more than enough.
It’s written by Louis Giglio and Chris Tomlin, and it is packed with the kind of biblical truth that I needed to hear last night. All of God is more than enough for all of those things I was lying awake, thinking about. After praying for Pomegranate for 11 years, and now seeing that prayer answered, I have to believe that God is going to provide all of her needs for all of her life.
Does that mean that God will provide a perfectly coordinated Classic Pooh nursery, or the perfect house of my dreams, or a pool? No. But he will provide clothing, food, shelter, and a family of fellow believers to surround my little girl and her parents with love and affection. And that’s more than enough, isn’t it?
Because when it comes down to it, grace, itself, is more than enough. The act of God in offering Himself as the object of His own wrath to satisfy His own perfect justice rather than letting us experience our own rightly deserved fate goes so far above and beyond anything we humans can comprehend. After that, nothing else should be a surprise.
After grace and mercy, how can I be concerned enough about piddly things like car pooling and eating at restaurants that I lie awake at night? He’s already been and done more than enough, more than I had a right to expect. He alone is more than enough for all of me, and all of Jonathan and all of Pomegranate. He’s more than enough for our needs. He’s more than enough for every tomorrow. He’s more than enough for our inevitable mistakes in raising our daughter, and more than enough for her sins as she grows (Lord willing) into grace and truth and the knowledge of the God who is more than enough for more than she can think, or imagine.
He’s more than enough for a two bedroom apartment with almost no windows, and he’s more than enough for $3.10/gallon gas, and more than enough for an uncertain future.
All I already have in Christ is more than enough. Who am I to worry about the more?