I love me, I really do.

But do I love me enough?

Enough to not give the random dude at Walmart my number simply because he asked and it’s been a minute since I’ve been on a date?

To dream bigger than this world thinks possible and be crazy enough to believe I can do anything?

Do I love me enough to continue to strive for perfection, no matter how many times I miss the mark?

 

I love me, I really do.

But do I love me enough?

Enough to say no when I really want to and yes when I really need to?

To wait because as the saying goes it’s better to wait long than marry wrong (and I really don’t like being wrong)?

Do I love me enough to be everything God called me to be even when it seems out of my norm and makes others uncomfortable?

Even when it’s difficult and my actions make me seem unlovable?

 

I love me, I really do.

But do I love me enough?

Enough to smile when I am happy and cry when I am sad?

To forgive myself for stopping to get something to eat when I know I have food at home?

Do I love me enough to take leaps of faith knowing God will always catch me?

 

I love me, I really do.

And it’s enough.

Valentine’s Day 2016