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i am enough


At Jill Conyers suggestion, my effort to make this EPIC and my whole-hearted belief that I AM ENOUGH here goes ...

Here's how I know 'i am enough'

My daughter loves to hug me even after a sweaty run.

I am content sitting in the sun on the back patio with my water bottle as a cool down.

The food prepared in my kitchen is done with love and feeds a hungry family.


And it goes deeper than that ..

I am enough because I give of myself openly and freely.

I strive to maintain a strong, healthy life for myself and my family.

I love my work and the people who contribute to that on a daily basis.

The sound of laughter after dinner in our family room is the best relaxation on the planet.

I am hard on myself and my running - not fast enough, not long enough.  But 'i am enough' because this is who I am.

I AM ENOUGH!  I smile as I type it, not in disbelief, but in full agreement.  I AM ENOUGH!

That will be the way I finish my next run ... fully, openly and with the statement - I AM ENOUGH!


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  1. jillconyersJuly 5, 2013 at 2:52 AM

    Love it! Reading this gave me goosebumps :)

    My favorite "I AM ENOUGH! I smile as I type it, not in disbelief, but in full agreement. I AM ENOUGH!"

    Thank you Jude for joining in something that means so much to me. Would you mind adding it to the link up page so others can read it? Thanks!

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  2. UnknownJuly 5, 2013 at 1:06 PM

    Awesome!!!
    I love that you smiled as you typed because you know that YOU ARE ENOUGH!!!

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