I wonder if everyone plays the comparison game. I wonder if it’s mostly women or mainly moms who fall into its trap. I wonder if I compare myself to others more than you do. I wonder if you are better at not comparing than I am…
When I was driving the other day, I thought of the comparison trap. God showed me that the results–the bitter fruits–of comparison are either jealously (I wish…) or pride (I’m better…). This may not be a revelation to the rest of the world, but it was to me. You see, jealousy greedily complains to God, You have not provided well for me, while pride smugly informs Him, I don’t need you. Neither shows Him that I am wholly satisfied and grateful for His wise provision (which I should be), nor that I am completely and utterly dependent upon Him every single moment (which I most definitely am).
Lord, rescue me from the comparison trap so that I may be rid of every scrap of jealousy and pride. Fill me with genuine contentment–help me choose contentment–and make these eloquent words true for me:
The Lord is the portion of my inheritance and my cup;
You support my lot.
The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places;
Indeed, my heritage is beautiful to me.
Psalm 16:5-6 NAS
Janice Powell 2015