He is enough, you know. The One who formed this dusty frame, the One who knew me before my heart could beat, the One who died to bring me to Himself– He is enough.
He would be enough if I were the only person left on this earth, if I had no one to talk to or write to or communicate with. He has promised to be enough, to be above, below, within, without.
He is sufficient.
But He is also love. And He knows my weakness, and He knows my deep need. And so He made someone for me, made me for someone– fit us together for good and for life and love and better and worse.
He who looked at Adam in the garden and said it was not good for him to be alone, also looked down through time and saw me, floundering in loneliness and not knowing my own worth. And He said it was not good for me to be alone.
And He put in my life this man, who seeks to love me as our Maker loves me, and I am blessed.
I have never been alone. And He has always been sufficient. But I am thankful for grace that brought me my husband, this amazing, kind, loving reminder that I am loved. That I am not alone.
That I am safe.