Everyone we meet has a history of mistakes, failures, accomplishments, insecurities, sorrows, choices they are proud of and decisions they regret, places they have been (good and bad), people they have met (for better or ill), beliefs built, habits formed (beneficial and heartbreaking), goals set, plans made, an upbringing that helped or scarred them, etc.
Therefore, it is foolish to compare ourselves to them (for you never truly know what they have gone through or the skeletons in their closet). You don't know what keeps them awake at night or makes them get out of bed in the morning. You don't know the weight of responsibility on their shoulders or their living situation. You don't know if they are suicidal or even if they will ever be saved or are genuinely saved (time will tell). You don't know every relationship broken and every hurt or form of bondage they carry. You don't know what their childhood was like or the sort of parents they had, how they did in school or where their future is fully headed.
So please, do yourself a favor and stop wishing you were someone else. Stop assuming that everyone has it better than you. Stop thinking that a nicer looking face (in your opinion) or greater wealth equals happiness or lack of problems. Stop believing that being popular or thinner, taller or more outgoing, will bring lasting fulfillment (because it won't). Our hearts are too complex and our worth too valuable (being made in the image of God and Him forming us in our mothers' wombs - Psalm 139: 13-14) to find total security or rich fulfillment in the things of this world.
Rest in the One who can make you a new creature in Him (Second Corinthians 5: 17). Surrender your life (and will) in its entirety to the King of kings and Lord of lords. God is the only One who can satisfy the human heart. As the song O Holy Night states it:
O holy night the stars are brightly shining
It is the night of our dear Savior's birth
Long lay the world in sin and error pining
'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth
2 comments:
Beautiful, Emma!
Thank you, Mrs.!
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