I’ve been having a really hard time getting up to read my Bible lately and I don’t know why.

Maybe it’s the busyness of summer finally catching up with me. Maybe my sickness from a couple weeks ago is still making me play catch-up. Maybe it’s nothing but spiritual warfare. Whatever the reason, it’s been really frustrating me.

I thrive off of my alone time with Jesus in the mornings, and it’s become very obvious that my spiritual tank is not even close to being full. The last handful of days I’ve only had a handful of minutes to be with Jesus before my girls have come waltzing down the stairs. And quite frankly, that hasn’t been good enough for me.

And though I know craving quiet time in The Word is a very admirable desire, God also made it very apparent to me that somewhere along the way, I had made these morning meetings about me instead of about Him.

Ouch. Face slap. I did not like being called out on that.

But after the initial sting, He was faithful to remind my heart of this profound truth — He is enough for me. Period.

Even if I don’t have as much time as I would prefer.

Even if I’m constantly distracted.

Even if I keep getting interrupted.

His presence is powerful enough to cut through any imperfection. It always has been and it always will be.

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