This Christmas break has been fraught with sicknesses many and varied from all quarters that kept nearly all of our gatherings far smaller than they could have been. I could bemoan missing so many people, but it has made the holiday much sweeter in so many ways. We could have cleaned furiously so many different days, but we were sick. We could have decorated to the nines, but didn't have the energy. We could have gone to parties, hosted parties, gone shopping...but we couldn't. I'm glad.
I missed family, but they're coming anyway--just later than expected and not all at the same time. I missed overwhelming piles of wrapping paper on Christmas morning, but instead we had contented kids playing with the one major gift they received from just us--because that's all that were there. We did clean a little each day, but nothing frantic or crazy.
Last night, on New Year's Eve, I asked my Father again, in another one of those still spaces created by our minimalistic holiday, what the word for the year was to be. You cannot imagine the peace that flooded my heart as he sweetly whispered:
You have enough. You are enough. You will have enough. You will do enough. You will feel enough. You need no more. I AM enough.
Yep. He is enough.