There is no greater feat of mankind, than that of being known.

And not just being known, but knowing you are known.

There’s a difference.

And on the contrary, one of the greatest heartbreaks of humanity, is to feel as though you are not.


It has been said, that ‘humanity faces many things, but the greatest of these is the fight of the human heart to feel loved.’

“Am I enough?”, my heart would say.

This is a thought known all too well.

A lie we have believed.

A lie so devastating that we would allow it to question our value on the thermometer of another’s opinion.


And that is where I have found myself. So often. In the midst of the opinion of other’s, figuring out what I am and what I am not – what I can see about myself and what I can’t. In the faded view of what I understand about who I am, and what I know is not true. Feeling the lack of approval like loneliness gnawing my heart – maybe even feeling misunderstood, the realness of being known slipping through my finger tips.


But maybe this isn’t every girl’s story. Maybe this is just mine. But, for whatever reason, I know that it’s a story worth telling. It’s worth telling, because it’s real. And that’s a story worth fighting for.


That’s why I love David’s story so much. His life is a story, so real in it’s imperfection, yet so perfect in God’s orchestration. His life is a story of divinity overshadowing broken humanity – a story of a man, not with a perfect life, but rather, with a life full of the unexpected, full of turmoil, full of trial, and full of failure.


This is a man who has a story worth telling, a story worth fighting for – and we don’t hear these stories enough; the stories of failure finding greatness.

David’s life was not a perfect perfect life. It was not full of praise or acceptance, or approval or love–David’s life certainly was not perfect, yet he had found the story worth fighting for – he had found, in the midst of this life, a place of perfect peace, this place where he finally felt enough.


In Psalm 27 David writes,

“The Lord is my light and my salvation;
Whom shall I fear?
The Lord is the strength of my life;
Of whom shall I be afraid?
2 When the wicked came against me
To eat[a] up my flesh,
My enemies and foes,
They stumbled and fell.
3 Though an army may encamp against me,
My heart shall not fear;
Though war may rise against me,
In this I will be confident.
5 For in the time of trouble
He shall hide me in His pavilion;
In the secret place of His tabernacle
He shall hide me;
He shall set me high upon a rock.

And now my head shall be [c]lifted up above my enemies all around me;
Therefore I will offer sacrifices of [d]joy in His tabernacle;
I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to the Lord.”


When we realize where the strength of our life comes from, it changes everything.

When we understand that being misunderstood is a chance only in human hands, because God knows it all, and knows us all, completely, then we have a different story.

When we begin to live our lives, not out of the strength of man’s opinion or someone else’s expectation, but out of the reality of a God- strength, that we find only in Him, then we begin to live our lives knowing that we are enough. And that’s the story worth fighting for…


So, when war comes, we can stand. When accusation, or fear, or disapproval, or trouble comes, we can stand. When the unexpected or undesired appears, and we are staring our own inadequacy in the face, we can stand, because we still have a story worth sharing. Our lives, imperfect in man, but perfectly orchestrated by God – are enough. In their realness, in their brokenness, in their humanity. They are enough.

-Bainca Menssink