God himself is not enough for us, it’s sad but it’s true. A few months ago I was stepping out of the shower, why that’s important to mention I don’t know..I guess because God usually speaks to me in the shower. Anyway he said if you were locked in a dark janitors closet for the rest of your life would I be enough? (In this dark closet somehow I knew I could still use the bathroom and eat and stuff, so I was alive) but the first thoughts I had were what I needed: light, fresh air, hugs, guacamole, activities, human interaction, cozy socks, etc. I wanted to say no. I still want to say no. I didn’t answer that immediately but God knew what I was thinking. He said why? Why am I alone not enough? I was embarrassed.
Of course God’s not planning to lock me in a janitors closet, at least I hope he’s not. But if for some reason I found myself in that situation or a more realistic one like dealing with a sickness or suffering a loss, would God be enough for me?
How often do we look at this limited view of life: our circle, our friends, and compare ourselves? How often do we let what’s advertised define what we should have, instead of realizing that by simply being alive we are blessed?