I fight desperately–straining, tugging
refusing to release
this gift that I demand is mine.
I hold on for dear life
to what I crave
but it slips
and I feel the whiplash from my fall.
I lie, face planted into the ground
my fists still clenched in rage.
“Give me! Give me what I need!”
And he says,
“I already have.”
And my body releases.
And my heart melts.
“Yes Lord, you already have.”
And so I lie before him,
with open hands.
He gives and he takes away–yes.
But there are things he gives
that he never takes away–
like his love.
And that is enough.
It is more than enough for me.
How have you experienced God’s love being enough, as my sister describes in this poem?