Comparison: The Stealer of All Joy

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Comparison, the stealer of all joy. She’s an opponent that I face regularly. All too often, her blows land me on my knees, knocking the wind out of me. Then, with a evil grin, she kicks me while I’m down. Comparison left me in a puddle of tears last night…

Have you ever set out to try something new? Of course you have! For me, last night, that was a new, vanilla buttercream frosting recipe for my husband’s dessert of the week. You see, every week we make a cake or something for him to take along to work and enjoy. We frequently try new things just to switch it up, so he doesn’t get in a rut.

But last night I was tired. It had been a long day, my feet hurt, and I just wanted to get it made. I skimmed through the recipe, double checking all the instructions as I went. I knew I didn’t have one ingredient (whipped cream cheese spread) but I assumed softened ⅓ fat cream cheese would whip up just the same.

Well, dear friends, apparently it doesn’t.

My frosting refused to be all nice and fluffy like the blogger promised. I added more powdered sweetener (my hubby and I are sugar free) and that helped, but still, it was an ugly, separating mess.

Ahem. I’m not exaggerating when I say ugly. The frosting resembled something between cottage cheese and curdled cream.

Remember when I mentioned that I was already tired? Yeah, this totally didn’t help.

As I glared at my mixing bowl, I could only think about several different women I know who wouldn’t have had this problem. Their experience in the kitchen probably would have lended to saving the frosting. They would never have this happen to them! They could substitute anything and still have it turn out just fine. In my head I continued to grumble to myself about this and my imperfections.

Thank God my husband noticed me. He may not have known what mean things I was saying to myself in my head, but he knew I was frustrated. So he came to my rescue. He calmly came over and tasted the ugliness.

“This is delicious!” he declared.

I narrowed my eyes on him. Delicious? Yeah, right. There was no way something that awful-looking could taste good. But he insisted it was fine, and spread it over his own cake. I couldn’t bear to agree with him so I let him take over and I walked away to cool down… Okay, fine, to throw myself a pity party.

I not only invited Comparison to the party, but I made her the guest of honor. I let her sit beside me and tell me what a horrible wife I was, compared to the women I mentioned above. She threw in my face that a really good wife wouldn’t fail in the kitchen like I have. (Cinnamon rolls are another kitchen downfall, you see.) But the real blow came when she also added that my husband probably thought less of me because of my failures.

Friends, why do we even invite Comparison? All she does is make us feel bad about ourselves and plant lies in our heart. You know, the Bible talks about Ms. Comparison. Second Corinthians 10:12 reads, “…When they measure themselves by one another and compare themselves with one another, they are without understanding.” (ESV) Yikes! That’s sobering.

They are without understanding… You know, it wasn’t until I meditated on this verse that I realized the truth behind the words. Initially I couldn’t understand how comparing myself to another woman, wife, or person made me without understanding. But you see, when I compare myself I am forgetting who God made me. He made one of me. He made me unique. He has made me special, just like He has you. When we compare ourselves, we have forgotten our God-given identity and status as His daughter. We don’t have to meet some standard, because Jesus met it for us at the cross.

When Comparison knocks on our door whether invited or not, we need to remember who we are. We need to remember that it doesn’t matter what other people accomplish or are capable of. “Therefore,…let us also lay aside every weight, and sin which clings so closely, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us.” (Hebrews 12:1, ESV) Let’s hold this verse close and remember who we are.

Rosie Lapp

Vice President of Operations

Rosie Lapp is a wife to a wonderful man and a mother to two of the cutest little boys. Seeking authenticity in every day, she strives to live without regrets and be bold; loving God and her family fearlessly. She endeavors to cultivate her love for Christ in all she does, whether she’s tending to household chores, the little ones, or writing away on a blog post or her latest project. It’s her passion to uplift and encourage young women, pointing them back to their Creator. There’s nothing she enjoys more than ministering to her family and others.

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