This morning we woke slowly, ground coffee and walked thoughtfully through our morning routine. We fell onto the beach by nine and watch clouds roll past, chatting about nothing and everything in one breath. My two babes played on the sand and I floated softly in the ocean. Watching the sky change every minute with thoughts of fires, friends and what is truly important this year. If you had have asked me four weeks ago, I would have said, number one priority for twenty sixteen, to find our little team a bigger abode. Today that is the furtherest thing on my mind.
My mind quite emphatically has been reassuring my wandering heart, that we have enough. We have enough.
Enough towels, sheets, clothes, shoes, jewels, food, delicates.
We have enough.
How often are our days motivated by the culture of scarcity, rather than a culture of gratitude?
Do you rush hoping to fit more in, so that you can purchase the latest trinket?
Do you worry your kids will be rejected because they don’t have the outfit recommended by the most amount of likes on instagram?
Do you fret when walking into a social situation that you will be outed by your nineteen nineties hand bag?
We, those holding our iphones, ipads, macbooks, windows glittered technology we have enough.
There is a big enough line, drawn across our hearts and unless we are determined in defining it we can live our days accumulating things rather than people.
We can spend our days ignoring people in our present, whilst stalking people from our past. We scroll through hidden advertisements masked as people’s social media curated life, thinking that unless we have more, unless our house presents a pretty picture, unless we are decorated in finery that we are not enough.
My friend you are indeed enough, if you swam naked today in a beach filled with onlookers you are not only enough, but I am sure that you also have enough.
I remember so fondly the year that I did not buy any new clothes. It was the most fantastic season of growth in my whole life. I redefined who I was outside of layers that covered my soul and I lived free of approval addiction.
So as we step into twenty sixteen and a pile of carefully culled decorations from our jam packed little shack sits in the corner and everything within me wants to hoard up that jar in case one day I may need it and I stare at my cupboard assuring myself that I indeed have many things that I could wear, I am declaring across my life and yours that we have enough. We have enough and everything we need to grow, mature, stretch and become is within our reach.
The scarcity that echoes in our hearts saying we need more to be happy, we must have more to be fulfilled is a big fat lie.
What if this year we prioritised people and experiences over possessions?
What if this year we used generosity as a growth strategy rather than an obligation?
What if we became a river that gave away our possessions, without the feeling that they may never come back, but a river that shared our life sacrificially with others not counting the cost, but revelling in the rebellion?
What if our instagram following was not the measure of our success, but the amount we secretly gave to empower another?
My friend we have enough.
Snuggle those who are closest to you and don’t fall into the trap that another toy or gift will win over their love. Time, kindness, grace, forgiveness these are the kind of currency that the world is indeed in poverty from.
Faith, hope, believing the best, loving the unlovable, putting our devices away and loving the ones that we are with.
This year I am hoping to….
Make generosity my growth strategy
What about you?
Do you believe you have enough?
Because honestly someone, somewhere is praying for that which we don’t even notice is a answered prayer of ours from long ago.
What is your enough line?