The Comparison Trap (3 Ways to Get Free)


“God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.”

-St. Augustine

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.



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