2017-03-15 / Faith

Portion control: Jesus is more than enough

Lessons from the Heart
By Sheila Wilimitis


Wilimitis Wilimitis “I really hate all of life’s goodbyes. It hurts so much, this life of limits and not-quitefullness.”

I recently shared these feelings with a friend. It is a sentiment I express often. Life includes small goodbyes; when relationships end due to relocation or circumstance. Life includes painful goodbyes; when we are forced to say goodbye due to death or divorce. And, as our community has recently experienced, life includes tragic and excruciating goodbyes; when evil abruptly rips loved ones from us with violent depravity.

But it is not just the goodbyes I hate. It is the limits. Life includes circumstances and situations that fall short of our hopes and dreams with painful regularity. Life includes limits. I seem to have a particularly hard time acknowledging this fact and allowing it to shape how I set expectations. This is partially due to the fact that I am a dreamer, a visionary, always seeing what COULD be. This positive trait is coupled with the negative trait of being a raging perfectionist (every bit as self-destructive as a “raging alcoholic.”) These traits fuel high expectations that end up dashed by real life. Limited life. A life of goodbyes and let downs and disappointments.

I should not be caught offguard by these disappointments. After all, Jesus says of His followers in John 17:14-15, 17, “they are not of the world any more than I am of the world. My prayer is not that you take them out of the world, but that you protect them from the evil one. Sanctify them by the truth; Your word is truth.” This world is not our home. Heaven is. Earth is limited. Heaven is unlimited. Be careful what you wish for.

In Psalm 73:25-26, the Psalmist empathizes with my plight, but also corrects my focus. “Whom have I in heaven but you? And earth has nothing I desire besides you. My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.”

The day after I shared my song of lament with my friend, the Lord led me to listen to Kari Jobe’s song, “Healer.” In that song, she sings, “I believe, You’re my portion. I believe, You’re more than enough for me. Jesus You’re all I need.” As I sang these words, I realized that my disappointment was the result of “portion distortion.” I had been focusing on the portion that life on earth had served me and ignoring the portion that Jesus had served me: a portion without goodbyes, without limits, endlessly satisfying, more than enough for me.

Sheila Wilimitis is the Director of Discipleship and Outreach at the Delphi United Methodist Church.

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