I love waking up in the morning, feeling overwhelmed with this indescribable joy and then realizing that God is the reason for that joy.

I love just listening to songs that just go on and on about how amazing God is and then letting His greatness blow me away.

I love how I can have conversations with God all the time.

I love how I find myself smiling so wide when I think of Him and when I talk to Him.

I love how my heart melts when He tells me I’m beautiful and when He tells me He loves me.

I love I can feel Him smiling every time I tell Him I love Him and every time I tell Him how amazing I think He is.

I love how I can pour my heart out and talk to Him about absolutely anything and everything.

I love realizing how creative He is just by looking around me.

I love how He spoils me.

I love how I can see Him in pretty much everything.

I love how I can just keep going on and on, knowing that this list will never have an end.

I love my God, my Dad, my Best Friend, my All.

“Why are you searching as if I’m not enough?”

Those words tugged at my heart. Kinda like a slap? But also kinda like a hug? I love when God does things like that. He makes me realize things that are so obvious, so obvious yet I somehow miss them. And those realizations hit me like a slap on the face yet at the same time those realizations are covered with love. Coated with layers and layers of love, like a hug.

Those words really did make me realize how much God is enough for me. He is more than sufficient for me, and I really don’t need anything else. But somehow sometimes I let that reality get covered up. I dig a hole and I throw the dirt onto that reality until I can no longer see it. And then I jump into that hole. Why did I do that? Why would I dig a hole for myself? A hole that would do me no good whatsoever. I guess that’s just the thing. We, or rather I, tend to do that. I dig unnecessary holes for myself and then I jump in. And I find myself feeling alone and ignored and yada yada. And with the reality covered up, I find myself thinking and feeling that I need other people and that without other people I will not feel complete, and without other people I won’t be able to get out of this hole. I forget that I already have the One person that is enough for me, the One person who will be the ”other people” for me, the One person that can and does complete me.

Sooner or later, I get tired of being in that hole. I finally realize how stupid I’m being by just sitting in that hole, and then I look up, and I see God standing there with His hand held out to me, with eyes full of love, wanting to help me get out. I see Him but yet I don’t see Him. You get what I mean? So I stay in the hole anyway, or I try to get out by myself, or I wait for ”other people” to come get me out. Doesn’t quite happen. Finally, it REALLY hits me that God is standing RIGHT there. ”Take His hand, Melody!” And I do. Once I’m out, He helps me throw all the dirt back to cover the hole up, and the reality is clear once again.

It takes so much for me so see Him sometimes. To see Him right there with His hand stretched out to me. It takes so much for me to realize sometimes. To realize that I can’t do anything by myself, to realize that I don’t need to wait for ”other people” to come get me out.

He is enough for me.

Why am I searching as if He’s not enough?