I look around and see laundry piled up and toys scattered around. Inadequate.
I try to fit errands and homeschooling and naps into the same day and still try to make supper before it's bedtime. Inadequate.
I seek to satisfy all four people who want something from me at the same time. Inadequate.
I search for words of wisdom for a friend in crisis, but I haven't been drinking from the Source of wisdom. Inadequate.
I am so grateful that He is more than adequate. That He pours out His grace and mercy on my undeserving self and lets me see how inadequate I am.
How without Him I am nothing.