On the corner of my cluttered desk, almost to the back, sits a wrinkled sticky note with five simple words on it. On days when I feel confident and motivated, these words offer that little extra “atta girl” and make me smile. On days when I’m feeling overwhelmed, misunderstood, or just plain not enough—which have been a lot of days lately—these words are my lifeline. They keep me cooking that dinner I don’t want to cook. They keep me loving those who are hard to love. They keep me going, honestly, anchored in the knowledge that my best is good enough. It’s good enough for Jesus. Therefore, it should be good enough for me.



