Inadequacy attacked me today. I was walking out of the library, balancing a stack of books for the kids to use for their studies next week. My stomach was full of a meal I'd prepared in the crock-pot while we did school today. My head was whirring about ideas for them to study next week. Then I saw the poster.
It was an advertisement for the summer reading program party. It was for all participants that met a certain reading requirement in their summer reading. It was bright and colorful, very attention grabbing. I breathed a sigh of relief that the kids were at home with dad.
If they'd been along I'd have to explain why we could not go- we had read more than enough to qualify, the kicker- I had not been diligent about having them write down the pages they read or about turning the list in to the librarian. My shoulders sagged with feelings of not-good-enough. I thought of all the fun they could've had with kids their age, if I'd only been better at my job of super-mom.
I was well on my way to excuses and justifications for myself when I got to my mini-van. As I pulled out of the library parking lot, the local Christian radio station was playing a minute-long monologue of encouraging words. "Our insufficiencies are only to make us look to God. He alone is sufficient."
I smiled, shoulders back, as a weight lifted. I don't have to be super-mom. I can trust my Heavenly Father to be everything. Not just everything I'm not, He is Everything. My inadequacy glorifies His adequacy in all things.