“God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.”
The bus ride home was always the same. Mine was the last stop. But before my stop came hers. I never knew her name, she was a couple of years older than me. We never exchanged a word.
I watched her get off the bus daily. It stopped right in front of her large, 2 story home, with manicured lawn. She had long, straight, caramel colored hair and always dressed well. I saw her big beautiful house and I imagined her in her perfect bedroom, in her perfect house with her perfect life. Every holiday a tasteful display of decor adorned the outside. I imagined all of the good things happening inside. I ached for all I didn’t have.
Sometimes I dreamed I was her. I wanted to be all that. What I thought was all that, anyway.
Laura Rath has a series on comparison in the life of women at her blog Journey in Faith- I wish I could say I never struggled with it, or it’s partners in crime: jealousy, covetousness, envy, but I have and do… join me for an honest look and, what is I hope, an encouraging word about breaking free of the trap of comparing ourselves with others.
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