Why do we compare ourselves?
The question plagues me. When I look at my shortcomings next to my friends’ strengths, I find myself… short.
When I look at what my house… isn’t… I become discontent.
When I compare the best of others to the worst of mine… Really?! We aren’t talking apples to apples, I’m thinking.
But why go there?
Why not look at what I do have, appreciate the messes made by my many littles instead of look at the house that protests the presence of those littles? Realize that my introverted self has strengths too, instead of thinking how much easier extroverted friends have it with ______.
Fearfully. Wonderfully. Created. For His own glory. Not mine.
That’s what I’ve been thinking about lately.