Christmas has come and gone, 2015 is here, and I am still the old me. I have gained 20 pounds back, one of my 4 Christmas trees is still up, the decorations are still sitting downstairs, I have brownie stains on my floor from before Christmas, and I have something to do every day for the next 2 weeks.
Comparison is the thief of joy. This is not Scripture. If it was, it would look like this:
Rejoice in the Lord always! I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. (Phil. 4:4-6).
Tonight, I am warm, I have electricity, I have running water, I have clothes that are not old and still fit. But I am still stressed about what my life looks like. I had a semi meltdown today about Caboose and some of his speech issues, and then my pastor preached from Judges…God, Jehovah, THE I AM, well, He is our Peace.
Peace? What Peace? What about that bill? What about this schedule, who is taking him here, and that one there, and who is cooking and what about this repair, and did you write that check? Did I check the kids’ folder, and what??? Why don’t you have money in your lunch account, I just put $50 in there last week? Why are there socks in the cabinets, and how did that get there?
Caboose has become quite verbose in stating what “God” wants, or the “Bible” says, as in, “God said not to fight”, or “God said to clean up”. I am his SS teacher, and I promise I am not teaching him those specific things, but I guess he is picking up things on his own.
So after a morning of whining and fighting and pouting, we were all in the car and the tension was building. Caboose says something to the effect of “God says don’t …”, and I said, “That’s right, Caboose, and Scripture said that we should do everything without arguing and complaining”.
There was a pause, and Weatherman says, “You complain, Mom.”
Monkey gets in on the act and says, “You just got served, Mom.”
Boy, did I.
Comparison is definitely the thief of my joy. I look at my house, and at the things on the kitchen table and the clothes from last night on the couch, and at the stuff that I just can’t seem to find a place for, and at the dust on the furniture, and under the furniture, and I feel like a failure. But I still read a book like nothing is on my to-do list, and sit and scroll through Facebook like I’ve got all the time in the world.
There is always going to be someone that has a cleaner house, better-dressed kids, and nicer things than me. There is going to always be someone better looking, skinnier and wealthier than me.
Contentment with Godliness is great gain, and Rejoice! Again I say Rejoice!
Because, no matter about any of the above, God knows the number of every hair on my head…even the growing amount of gray ones. I have got, GOT, to stop complaining and start contenting. So if you think I have it all going on, that I am on top of things, and that I live on rainbows and ride unicorns…remember, comparison is the thief of your joy.