ENOUGH, REMEMBERED
“Gratitude turns what you have into enough.”
On this Christmas Eve—the day before we celebrate the birth of Jesus—I remember that this truth is ancient.
A child once entered the world without excess or certainty.
No palace.
No preparation by human standards.
Only presence.
A stable was enough.
A manger was enough.
No crib for a bed, yet love held the night together.
Mary listened to an angel and trusted her calling.
That was enough.
Joseph was guided by dreams and chose faith over fear.
That was enough.
The miracle did not wait for readiness or perfection.
It arrived through simplicity.
It arrived through surrender.
It arrived whole.
I remember now that I arrived this way too.
Born innocent.
Born loving.
Born enough.
Life shaped me moment by moment after that—
not through failure,
but through formation.
Care shapes attachment patterns.
Love teaches safety.
Protection teaches worth.
And sometimes, that teaching came with conditions.
Safety became conditional.
Love became something to earn.
Belonging depended on behavior.
Independence became a form of protection.
These were not personal failures.
They were learned adaptations.
Intelligent responses formed by a nervous system doing its best to survive.
Becoming a parent softened my understanding.
Watching a baby exist without proving anything revealed the truth.
Worth is inherent.
Safety is learned.
Self-care is not indulgence.
It is repair.
Self-love is not ego.
It is remembrance.
Reparenting is the quiet act of telling my body:
you are safe now.
This world is loud.
Urgency is constant.
My nervous system has lived too long on alert.
I release the belief that everything is life or death.
I am no longer dependent on chaos to survive.
I affirm that gratitude turns what I have into enough.
I affirm that gratitude turns who I am into enough.
I affirm that I was born worthy and never lost that truth.
I affirm that learned patterns are not moral failures.
I affirm that simplicity can hold miracles.
I affirm that trust is sufficient.
A manger was enough.
A dream was enough.
A willing heart was enough.
Today, I arrive.
I receive.
I rest in enough.