Is Jesus Really Enough?

Jesus said, “If any of you wants to be my follower, you must give up your own way, take up your cross, and follow me.” (Matthew 16:24). That’s not a call to comfort. That’s not an invitation to an easier, safer life. That’s a call to die.

And yet, we try to soften it. We decorate our lives with little crosses around our necks, but we avoid the weight of the one Jesus told us to carry. We want Jesus and comfort. Jesus and success. Jesus and the American dream. But Jesus never gave us that option.

I keep asking myself—do I actually trust Him? Because if I trust Him, why do I fight so hard to keep control? Why do I chase things He never asked me to chase? Why am I so impatient when I don’t see the transformation I want on my timeline?

It’s pride. That subtle poison that whispers, “God, I’ll help you finish the job.” As if the God who raised the dead, who formed the universe with a word, needs my input. He doesn’t need me. But in His mercy, He invites me into a relationship that transforms everything.

Here’s what I’m learning: if Jesus isn’t the one transforming me, whatever change I try to manufacture won’t last. It’ll look good for a moment, sure—but like all man-made things, it will eventually crumble.

I have to live open-handed. That’s the way of the cross. If Jesus says, “Let it go,” I let it go. If He says, “Go,” then I go—even if it doesn’t make sense. Even if it means walking away from things I thought I needed. Because the truth is, it profits me nothing if I get what I want and God is not in it.

The only kind of life that leads to true freedom is the kind where we give it all up. I know that sounds crazy. It is crazy—unless Jesus is actually real. Unless He’s actually worth it.

And that’s the question, isn’t it?

Is Jesus enough?

If He is, then why do we cling so tightly to our ideas, our desires, our status, our stuff? Why do we worship comfort and call it blessing?

Jesus didn’t come to bless our comfort. He came to call us out of it. He came to free us from this rat race that our flesh keeps pushing us to run. That endless cycle of chasing more—more money, more status, more approval, more…whatever. It’s exhausting.

But Jesus offers rest. Not the kind of rest where we check out and scroll our way through life—but real rest. Rest for our souls. That deep, soul-level peace that comes when we finally stop fighting Him and just…surrender.

Our souls were made for God. But our flesh wants everything else. It wants control. It wants to be seen. It wants applause. And every time we feed it, our soul grows quieter, weaker, more distant from the Father.

I don’t want that anymore.

I want Jesus.

I want to trust Him so deeply that obedience becomes joy. That surrender becomes worship. That sacrifice becomes a way of life.

Love = Trust = Obedience.

It’s simple. But it costs everything.

So today, I’m asking Him—Purge my pride. Strip away my impatience. Help me let go of everything that isn’t born from You.

Let me love You enough to trust You. Trust You enough to obey. And obey You enough to look like You. What is enough? All of me.

Because nothing else is worth my soul.
And nothing else compares to You.