I grew up looking at her.
She had the right jeans, the real leather jacket (not pleather), wore make-up and shaved her legs before me. She had the cutest boyfriend and the newest model car. She was popular. Then I grew up.
She sings better than me therefore gets more solo opportunities. Her husband takes a couples Bible study with her. She received book contract before me even though I have been speaking longer. She is more well known. Wait, did I say I grew up?
Let’s just say I am still growing up and will be until Jesus comes or takes me home. It is embarrassing to admit all this, maybe somebody can identify with me.
This morning I want to: Enter His gates with thanksgiving, And His courts with praise. Give thanks to Him; bless His name. Psalm 100:4.
I want today to be a day of gratitude rather than comparison.
Lord, you created me fearfully and wonderfully in your image. Forgive me thinking less of myself.