Considering my one word, enough, takes, well, consideration. And time. And noticing.
This morning, studying a chapter in our church-wide read, THE STORY, I was caught up by words from John 12:
42 Yet at the same time many even among the leaders believed in him. But because of the Pharisees they would not openly acknowledge their faith for fear they would be put out of the synagogue; 43 for they loved human praise more than praise from God.
I had to ask myself. Is praise from God enough for me? Of course, I want to believe so. But I know my dark and human heart. I perform. For accolades. From man. Call it the plight of a first born. Or one left by a parent. Or just the way my family raised people - to be productive and therefore accepted.
If I don't have a handle on this, if I can't see the truth of it in this earthly life, I'll live on in blissful unawareness.
Fortunately, I'm awake right now. And the words resonate within: Is this love (for human praise) halting my kingdom purpose here on earth?
Is God's praise enough?