I found this last night while we were cleaning up/rearranging the upstairs
I wrote these lines from a Steven Curtis Chapman song out on a 3×5 card my junior year in college. The semester I spent in Philadelphia attending Temple with 50 other Messiah students. The semester before I got seriously ill and almost died.
I still remember that this was genuinely my prayer that semester. I wanted God to take away the things that kept me from relying on Him. And he did. It still rattles me to my core that what seemed to come of this heartfelt prayer was so much pain and suffering. But it is comforting to remember that when everything (seriously, everything) was stripped away, God was enough to sustain me.
My mom found this when she was going through my stuff that had been sent home from my college dorm room and brought it to the hospital and hung it on the wall of my room. I’ve kept it all these years (sometimes I have it in a place that I can see it every day, but then I’ll lose track of it only to find it again later) because it reminds me that Jesus is and always will be enough. My magnificent obsession.