That Saturday morning a year ago, I stood waiting for the ferry that would take me across the sound to the island of Iona for my week’s stay at the Abbey. I’d dreamed of going to Scotland to that historic pilgrimage site and it was becoming a reality. When the ferry workers were preparing for our group of passengers, a wave of anxiety hit me, and the critical voice of doubt said, “Who are you to be going to Iona?”
Won’t the other participants be more worldly, more theologically trained, veterans of international pilgrimages? Won’t you sound less educated, less cultured, less sophisticated with yout Southern, small-town roots?
The ferry workers motioned for us to cross over the ramp and I took a deep breath and stepped forward. As I did, the still small voice of God came to me and said, “You are my child. That is enough.” I felt a bit of relief and assured that I was following where God had led me.
That afternoon, we gathered in the Refectory– the group dining hall and met for the first time over tea and oat cakes. We learned about our housekeeping responsibilities, meal duties, and our dorm assignment. I shared a room with women from England, Canada, and Minnesota. We ranged in age from late twenties to late sixties and enjoyed conversations about what we were seeking that week.
When we met for our first session in the large group, there were a number who were pastors and seminary trained. But more of the group were folks like me; seekers wanting to be in fellowship with an international community of faith, all of us focusing on the Pilgrimage of Life, our theme for the week.
It was interesting to hear the forty-one participants share with cultural perspecitives and accents from Latvia, Germay, Holland, Australia, New Zealand, Canada, United Kingdom, and the U.S. I’d wondered what it would be like to be part of that community. It felt like going on a church retreat with people whom you didn’t know before gathering, but yet you knew because you all shared a spiritual connection.
I never felt the need for an escape route that week. We were allowed time on our own in the afternoons to explore the island. I chose to be by myself because the demands of the group interaction, while stimulating, were also draining. Some of the more extroverted folks would go out in groups, but there was no pressure to do anything other than what felt right for you.
One of my concerns had been how I would fit in. I had set an intention, like I’ve done on other pilgrimages, to be present, to absorb all that was going on around me. I knew Iona was a rich place and I wanted every benefit. One of the things we did as a group was to take a day walking the island and visiting the historic spots. At each place we stopped, our leader did a reading and then there was time for meditation. The most meaningful one for me was stopping at the shoreline of the bay and throwing in a rock that represented something we wanted to leave behind.
I tossed in a big rock that represented my pride, my fear of trying new things because I could make errors and look foolish. Flinging that rock out into the water, I vowed to just follow God’s lead and let go of my self-consciousness. Releasing that burden allowed me to relax and be myself during the week at Iona.
I did fit in, because I, like the other participants, was enough, and felt at home in that body of believers.
Toward the end of that walk across the island, we hiked to the highest point where we could see the sound and the Atlantic sides. In the sweeping view of that remote island, I felt my breath catch as I realized God had opened up my life, the wider space that had been provided through my pilgrimage to Iona.
That Friday morning when our week together ended, a group of us walked to the ferry dock in the dark, with rain blowing sideways. We held our arms out to the sides to keep our balance while we made our way across the slippery landing. I remembered my fear when I’d boarded the ferry the previous Saturday, the doubt that attacked me.
Yes, I am enough, I thought, and made my way onto the ferry. And I am grateful for all the richness of this past week with my new friends of faith from around the world.
How about you?
Do you have times when you feel that you’re not enough?
How do you handle those feelings?
How do you move beyond that voice of doubt?
6 thoughts on “You Are Enough”
Self-doubt is always yakking away in my head. (Could be a Southern female thing.) As I read your post, I remembered a line from scripture: “His grace is sufficient for me.” Thanks for bringing that back home!
Thanks for reading and sharing your perspective. Sometimes I actually forget about the ‘Southern female thing,’ but it is a factor. Thank you for reminding me of that scripture, that it’s not about me so much as God’s grace.
Best to you!
Connie, God enjoys us most when we begin to wonder in our thoughts. For that is when we find out that He is always there guiding us. I feel that our times in doubt is God’s way of helping us find Him and that he is in control. The answer is Why did you go to Iona? Another beautiful account of who you are. And, YES, “You, are enough”.
I like the way you say, “our times in doubt is God’s way of helping us find Him and that he is in control.” That puts doubt in a more beneficial light! It takes us back to the Truth.
Thanks so much for your kind words and repeating back to me, “You, are enough.” We all need to remind one another of that so we’re not tempted to push ourselves in ways that don’t honor who we are, or God’s purpose in us.
Best to You,
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I loved this, “the still small voice of God came to me and said, “You are my child. That is enough.” – Just beautiful, thank you
Thanks so much for reading and commenting.
That voice of God within us, always worth listening to!
Best to you in the week ahead,
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