Enough Is All I Have

Yesterday morning, I got all messed up. As I walked with Cocoa and Jonathan, I started running my “to do” list over and over in my head. Before long, I was in full-bore panic, growing more and more grumpy by the minute, and no fun to be around. Even Cocoa kept his distance.

Strange, then, that twelve hours or so later I felt really good about all that I had accomplished. I even felt a measure of serenity.

Looking back, I see now that I thought I did not have enough time.

Not enough time. I say it all the time, “There are not enough hours in the day.” Of course, at the end of the day, when I drop, I am grateful there are not any more.

The truth is that I always have enough . . .  time . . . and love, peace, and  joy . . . the gifts of God.

“To know you have enough is to be rich,” wrote Lao-Tzu in the Tao te Ching. I am actually rich in time. Gunilla Norris writes, “Let me be wholly present to living the gift of time.”

The issue, then, is not whether I have enough, but how I use “the enough” I have.