Thief of Joy

She is skinnier.

Her hair is prettier.

She has more followers.

They make more money.

They're buying a house already.

Their car is nicer.

She is pregnant and they weren't even trying.

Comparison is the thief of joy.
- Theodore Roosevelt

I hate this part of myself. I hate that I ever even have these thoughts. Why am I not satisfied with who I am and what we have? Because who I am is daughter of the King of Kings and co-heir with Jesus Christ, and that is good enough. It's enough. And what we have is grace and salvation, which is all we could ever hope for.

I am reminding myself that this is not my home. Beauty, fame, possessions... it all passes away. I should be more concerned with how and if I look like Jesus and how and if I'm professing, claiming and sharing God's glory.

I am reclaiming joy. Joy which is found in salvation.

I am remembering who I really am.

Bits of Splendor Monday with Laura