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Never Be Good Enough


That is a statement and not an answer.  After visiting with a precious Mom yesterday who is in the middle of the storm, so to speak with her children...I wanted to give this shout out.

Never Be Good Enough.

We won't be good enough-ever.  Good enough parents or spouses.  We will never be good enough to be experts or professionals or at a place where we can say, "Yep, I've arrived."  If we think we have...then we are no good to anyone!

Never Be Good Enough.

The process of BEING with anyone is a messy, bumpy and relational journey where the only arrival gate is death. 

We offer our children, our spouses, our coworkers, friends and families the opportunity to experience life with us.  The good.  The bad.  The ugly.

For twenty two years, I was waiting to arrive to give, teach and counsel.  When in fact, people need someone real, transparent and vulnerable to walk with them. 

Not someone who stands on a mountain in the land of unreachable.


Never Be Good Enough. 

We will never have enough bricks of accomplishment or production or good deeds to make to be good enough from our perspective to God.  Why?  Because that is not how he sees us at all.

"Hmm...I see Heather down there.  She kept her patience today AND drove the speed limit.  Wow am I impressed with all of her effort and love her so much more."

God isn't sorting us out into categories of:  Good Enough or Not Good Enough.  It is much more simple then that.  It is Saved or Not Saved.  Old Creation or New.  The rest?  It is History.

I believe God is tickled when I have overcome something with His help and His grace and with humbleness and not because I'm so good.

This little community of friends through this Heart's Cry blog is all about that.  Pulling back the curtain of "not good enough" and celebrating all life's messy steps.  A platform so to speak.  A place.  And I thank you!

Just for today-Let's give ourselves permission to be...Never Good Enough.

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