Comparison is Killer

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“Comparison is killer.” I blinked at the premarital counselor, realizing for the first time that comparing my husband to my father would harm my marriage. This thought came back to mind as I stared at my five year old who insisted on fixing her own hair.

For a moment, I glanced around the ice cream shop wondering if anyone was looking at her thinking she looked silly. In reality, I was wondering if anyone was wondering what kind of mother I was for letting her look like that.

The mom of the little girl whose hair was nicely braided? Or the other little girl who matched from head to toe? 

In truth, I was the only one worried about what others thought. No one was going to call the fashion police on me, and if they did, so what? 

We worry too much about what others think. The One you want to please is the One who gave you life. Trying to please others for the sake of fitting in will send you on a never ending roller coaster of disappointment. We should always try to uplift and encourage others, not tear them apart in an effort to justify how we feel about ourselves. 

I have been guilty of this a time or ten. Ask God to show you how He sees you. Ask Him to help you stop making comparisons and assumptions about others.

As we got in the car to leave the ice cream shop, my husband noticed Julia shivering. We left her coat in the store, while I made sure I was all bundled up in mine. When we got home, I discovered she was wearing two different shoes. 

Sometimes you just have to let the kid be a kid.

To the Limit

lots of salt water taffy

“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.” –Romans 8:28

When I was a little girl we would go to the beach every summer. I loved to go to the candy store and watch as they made saltwater taffy. I was mesmerized by the stretching of the taffy and the way it was pulled up just as it looked like it was going to sag and touch the counter.

There have been times in my adult life when I have been stretched so far that I felt sure I was going to hit bottom. I have felt pulled, tugged, yanked and stretched beyond what I thought I could bear.

Like the time I was told in my first teaching position that I wasn’t going to get a contract the following year if I did not make huge strides, only to be told later by my boss that she was afraid I would burn out from working so hard to improve.

Or when my doctor sent me for a mammogram because something wasn’t quite right.

Or when I sat in the exam room at the hospital as a team of doctors and medical students examined my daughter to determine if she had a rare, potentially life threatening disease.

The beauty of following Christ is the knowledge that we are not alone when we face challenges that appear beyond all hope. Paul tells us in Romans that God works out all things for the good of those who love Him.

All things.

Not a few things.

Not most things.

All things.

A limitless God who makes a limitless promise. A promise He does not qualify, quantify or justify.

Does this mean we will get exactly what we want, how we want it, when we want it? No.

Does this mean that as believers we will not face adversity and tragedy? No.

It does mean though that God knows what is best for us, He is there for us, and He constantly works in our lives. Adversity is never something we desire, but it stretches us and grows us until we are more Christ like and others can see the beautiful reflection of our Savior.

Nothing is more moving than the person who praises God in the midst of a mighty personal storm.

I am in awe of my husband. He lost a brother and a sister at a young age, and still he has faith. Brian knows real loss. He knows loss that we would call unfair. I marvel at the way he has been able to experience pure joy since that loss.

Brian told me that he had two choices. He could focus on the loss or he could focus on the time God gave him with his brother and sister. He chose the latter. He chose to thank God for who they were, what they meant to him, and the time God gave him with them.

He misses his siblings and knows he will see them again. Knowing this though does not fill the void caused by their absence. It was God who filled it, and gave Brian freedom from a lifetime of grief.

God promises us a season of rest. If you are in the wilderness, wondering if you are going to be stretched beyond what you can bear, remember that just like the taffy, you will not be stretched beyond your limit. Trust that God can bring blessing out of every circumstance in your life.

Exceedingly Able

Grammy Edited

“Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us,”  -Ephesians 3:20

Almost two weeks ago I lost my grandmother. She was ninety-one years old, and for the last thirteen months, she lived with my parents as Alzheimer’s slowly robbed her of all rational thought. Losing her so close to Thanksgiving made me think about the real greatness of God and how He displays His love, mercy, and power.

I was very young when I took my first train ride. I was so excited to be on that train with my grandparents, but that excitement quickly faded as I began to feel ill. By the time we arrived at our destination, I had a fever. I rested on my grandmother’s sofa looking at a wooden sign on top of her television. It was three-dimensional, and I just could not make it come into focus.

Grammy checked on me constantly, always making sure I had everything I needed. I could sense her constant presence. As the hours slowly ticked by, I kept looking at that sign. Suddenly, the word popped out at me, and I didn’t know how I had missed it.

Jesus.

The simplicity of the message got lost in the complexity of the three-dimensional letters.

My grandmother was a complicated person. She was sensitive and often insecure. She also possessed qualities that made her a remarkable woman. I will never see a cleaner house than hers, she had an unparalleled work ethic, she loved her family dearly, and there was no question that she loved the Lord.

Once it became clear that she could no longer live alone, my parents brought her to live with them in Virginia. Day after day Grammy announced she was going home. She pleaded, threatened, tried to boss them, and even offered my father money to take her back home to Kentucky.

Seven months after bringing her to live with them, my grandmother fell and broke her hip. She had already broken her other hip five years prior, and had made a full recovery. I thought this time she would not come home. She was a fighter though, and after spending six weeks in a rehabilitation facility, she returned to my parents’ house.

Though I watched my grandmother rapidly decline, I also saw God move in ways we could not have imagined. I am still amazed at the way He provided Beth.

No longer able to walk, my grandmother would require a great deal of physical care. Just days before her release, my father was walking in the neighborhood as he has done many times before when a woman stopped her car next to him and handed him a piece of paper with her name and phone number on it. She was a certified caregiver and was looking for work.  Astonished at this “coincidence,” my father returned home to tell my mother about her.

We were so concerned that we would not be able to find the right person. We needed someone soft-spoken, kind, and able to look past the rough exterior dementia can cause.

Beth started the day my grandmother came home, and she was with Grammy when she took her last breath. Beth loved her, laughed when my grandmother told her she hated her hair, and was fiercely protective of her. The day Grammy died, Beth held her and wept as the life left her fragile body.

God did not meet our expectations and hopes with Beth. He exceeded them.

Like that little wooden sign on the top of my grandmother’s television, the answer to our problems is so very simple, but we do our best to complicate it with everything that worries us.

What if…

I can’t…

I’m too afraid…

I’m not smart enough…

I’m not ________ enough…

He is enough. Always.

When we place our trust in the Lord, we can rest in the knowledge that He is working for our good. He moves to put answers in place often before those needs are fully realized. He cares about every facet of our lives.

Amazingly, we saw God answer both the prayers of my grandmother and my parents as they journeyed through this wilderness. He can and does do that for you and me as well.

How has God met your needs throughout your life? How can you show Him how thankful you are to have Him as your guide? Remember that your creator will never forsake you. The journey may not be easy, but you will not travel alone. We serve a God who is beyond merely capable.