You're Right

He answers my mumbled "I can't" with a "You're right" and I stop in my tracks.

I'm right?

"Yes," He whispers holding my overwhelmed gaze in His loving eyes.  "You can't because otherwise it would mean nothing that I can."

Not quite sure He understands, I try to assert my case with a desperate "I'm not enough."  I show Him my laundry list: not strong enough, not patient enough, not wise enough, not creative enough, not able enough, not caring enough, not together enough.

Gentler still, He breathes the words right into the middle of me, where my fear and self-doubt live.  "You're right, you're not.  You're not enough because otherwise it would mean nothing that I am."