But God: Remembering Who I Am When I Feel Like I’m Not Enough

There are days in motherhood when I sit on the edge of my bed and whisper to myself, I’m not enough. Not patient enough, not organized enough, not joyful enough, not successful enough.

As a stay-at-home mom, it sometimes feels like I traded one identity for another. Before children, I was a “career woman.” I measured my worth by promotions, paychecks, and accolades. I had titles, goals, and a sense of accomplishment that was easy to see. Now my days are filled with diaper changes, running after my kids, cooking, and the endless rhythm of motherhood. There are no performance reviews or bonuses. There are only little voices calling “Mama” over and over, a husband coming home tired from work, and a home that’s constantly alive with life.

And in those quiet moments, when no one else sees, the doubt creeps in: You had potential, but you let it go. Other women are out there leading teams, building businesses, creating names for themselves… and here you are, trying to figure out what this sticky stuff on the table is..

Motherhood can feel beautiful and heavy all at once. The pressure to be a perfect wife, a perfect mom, a perfect woman of faith can weigh down even the strongest among us. Add mental health struggles into the mix, and some days it feels impossible to see your own worth. It’s easy to look at your life and think, This wasn’t the plan. I imagined myself further along, more accomplished, less ordinary.

But then comes the phrase that interrupts it all: But God.

Because God sees me in a way the world never could. He sees the work I do quietly, the moments of patience that nobody notices, the prayers I whisper late at night when I feel like I’m failing. He sees my heart, not my accomplishments, not my resume, not the number of likes on a post, but the way I love, care, and give myself to my family. To be a child of God means that my identity doesn’t come from my achievements or the approval of others. It means that even on my worst days, I am deeply, fully, unshakably loved.

Psalm 139:14 says, “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.” 

These aren’t just words to memorize; they are a lifeline. God made me with intention. He made me with purpose. He sees me — not as flawed or lacking, but as His own masterpiece, intricately designed for this season of life.

Ephesians 2:10 reminds me, “We are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.” 

Even when I feel stuck, even when the world says I’m falling behind, God has already planned my steps. He has already equipped me with what I need to flourish, even in the chaos of SAHM life, even when I doubt myself as a wife, as a mom, as a woman.

Believing this truth doesn’t erase the messy, everyday reality of motherhood. It doesn’t erase the doubts, the exhaustion, or the fear of what the future holds. But it transforms it. When I pause to remember who I am in God’s eyes, everything shifts. The dishes becomes an act of care, the meals I prepare a tangible expression of love, and the tantrums of toddlers a reminder that life is still happening, still vibrant, still full of possibility.

Being God’s child means my value isn’t negotiable. It isn’t conditional on how many tasks I accomplish or how well I measure up to societal definitions of success. My worth is anchored in Him. And that truth seeps into every area of my life: motherhood, marriage, faith, mental health, personal growth. It frees me to love more fully, serve more joyfully, and walk through each day with courage even when I feel weak.

So on the days I doubt myself, on the days I feel like I don’t measure up, I remind myself: But

God. My story doesn’t end with failure, fear, or insecurity. It continues with His grace, His promises, and His unwavering love. And that changes everything. Because when I remember that I am a beloved child of God, fear loses its grip, doubt fades, and I can finally see the life I have — messy, imperfect, loud, and chaotic — as sacred and enough.

And for anyone reading this, Mama, SAHM, wife, woman of faith: when you feel like you’re not enough, when the world tells you your worth is conditional, remember who sees you. Not what you do. Not what you achieve. God sees you. Fully. Completely. Fearfully. Wonderfully. And that, my friend, is more than enough.

✨ I want to leave you with this: next time you feel small, whisper it to yourself — But God. And let His perspective redefine your day, your confidence, your heart.

xx

Santa Naisha