COMPARISON IS THE THIEF OF JOY

I could be happy with my short, stubby, little body...except there is a Beyoncé out there.

I could be content and live comfortably within my salary (considering what my parents made)...except I hear what Oprah makes.

I could be satisfied being married to my husband...except I know there is someone out there married to Denzel.  (Williams does kind of sound like Washington, doesn't it??)

I could be proud of my daughter...except she is not Serena or Venus.  (At least their names are Williams.)

My best friend and I have been friends for years...except she is not Oprah and I am not Gail and she can't set me up with my own TV show or make me editor of a magazine.

I have loved all of my cats I have had over the years, but none of them were Garfield.

Neither of my sisters is married to a prince.

Comparison is the thief of JOY.

We are all fearfully and wonderfully made.  "For we are His workmanship,..." (Ephesians 2:10)

We have all been put on this planet for a purpose.  It is our task to discover what that purpose is.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can and the common sense to know the difference!


Peace AND Joy