Enough

I sit here doing bills, and I wish 

there was more.

Yet I know

there should be less.

I hate this part of life. I wish

it all could be swept under the rug and forgotten so we could just

enjoy.

But would I enjoy? Or would I too take that for granted?

There is so much I want for us, 

for this world.

Yet there never seems to be enough.

But maybe,

maybe 

there is.

Linking up to Just Write (and inspired by the ever-beautiful Stephanie.)

"Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?"

Matthew 6:26