I’ve gotten back into playing my favorite game lately. You know, that game - the Compare Yourself to Everyone Else one.
Okay, I lied. It’s not my favorite game. But you’d think it was judging by how much I play it and how seriously I take it.
“Her blog is better than mine.”
“This blog has more followers than mine.”
“She has someone special and I don't.”
“She’s skinnier than me.”
“She has more freedoms than me.”
“She’s stronger spiritually.”
“She has a kitchenaid and I don’t.”
(yes, I have though that recently!)
It’s hard to be just me. On the inside of my head looking out, the things I have seem normal and insufficient and everyone else’s lives seem so much more…well, more! And trying to be “content” sometimes feels like having to settle for being the underdog of the fashion/achievement/relationship/Christianity scene.
As a born-again Christian, the rights to my identity were bought by Christ. Just like the NLTB watermark I put on the left-hand corner of all my pictures, there is a watermark on my heart, soul and body claiming me as the copyright property of Jesus Christ. I’ve been tattooed with the copyrights of Christ and it’s not done in ink – it’s done in His blood.
The only Comparison Game that I should play is the one where I compare myself to Christ.
Am I like Christ?
Am I patient like Christ?
Do I love like Christ?
Do I ache for the lost like Christ?
Do I conduct myself as someone following Christ?
Yah, she has a relationship/marriage and I don’t…but I don’t have to be in a relationship/marriage to be someone and to enthusiastically live and enjoy life.
Yah, she’s a strong Christian...but I don't have to be the strongest, because simply...I'm not.
Yah, she has a kitchenaid…but really? Where would I put one if I had one?? :)
I'm not the strongest. Or the prettiest. Or the godliest Christian single. I'm not the one with the Most Content award. I'm not the best. I'm not the one with the most enviable blog in the neighborhood.
But I’m owned. Bought up. Marked. Copyrighted. Tattooed. Loved. By God.
I’ll always want to compare myself to others. It’s a temptation I’ll never fully beat, I fear. But when I remember just how loved I am…it doesn’t feel like settling for underdog.
It feels more like taking a magic carpet ride and discovering a whole new world.