it's time for week two of the relationship series. and this week, writing on the topic of comparisons. and, well, it's pretty timely today.
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| newlyweds. 2009. |
sitting in the hospital room next to my husband while i write this, exhausted, i give you fair warning. this might not make sense. but i hope the core of it still rings clear. because, i've learned a lot.
i've been a comparer for as long as i can remember.
i've struggled to draw parallels. sought to find a shred of similarity to those around me. to fit in. to be accepted. to feel normal. to connect. instead i've found longing & discontent. jealousy. even self-righteousness.
thankfully i've stopped drawing comparisons in many areas of my life. but not all. definitely not all.
despite all the wisdom i've acquired in my longing to relate to others' happiness, i still compare my marriage to others. my marriage that is the biggest blessing of my life. my marriage to the man that i couldn't live without & who's eyes i still get lost in when he looks at me. this glorious covenant that i am so in awe of, & in awe of the fact that i am able to be a part of it.
i look at others and think,
if only.
if only my husband was well.
if only we had resources to get away from it all & focus on each other.
if only we had money enough to buy a house of our own.
if only we were debt-free.
if only we had the energy to serve our church & community, the way our hearts long to.
if only we had a second child, and hadn't lost ours.
if only, then i would have more joy.
it's funny what being in a hard season will do to you. suddenly others lives seem so serene. so together. so full of peace. it's like they've all got it together. all of them, except for you.
well my friends, they don't.
something that i have learned on this road that we've been traveling, is that we all have hardships. some are more physical, more tangible than others. but just because a struggle is internal doesn't mean it bears less weight on the soul of the oppressed. each of us are given what we can handle.
each of us are different. each has a struggle that is their own. and each of us has a purpose in the life that we have been given. and no matter where you find yourself. it's yours to see the grace that is peppered throughout it. the grace that has mingled with each & every tear. the grace that gives you the hope of what tomorrow will bring, of who you will be when you have weathered the storm.
this life is yours. and it's a glorious journey. so immerse yourself if what you've been given and don't compare yourself. because you are unique.
and your story is beautiful.
love.