Dare to Compare

I’ve really tried to be a regular blogger. Really, I have.

And then life happens. I miss a few days. Then a few days turns into a week and a half. Then come the questions. And comparisons.

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I’ve felt the pressure. The expectations. I’ve questioned myself. More than you know..

How often should I post? What topics should I write about? What’s the best time of day to post? Why can’t I be more like “her” or “this blog” or “that blog”?

I’m not sure about you, but I’ll shamefully admit that I’m great at comparing myself to others.

Comparing my cooking skills. My messy house. Photography. Marriage. Ability to accessorize. Confidence. Writing. Speaking. And most of all.. Mothering.

There will always be someone better. Someone with more experience.

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But there will never be another YOU.

Comparison is such a devious tool the enemy uses against us. Especially against women.

You’ve heard the conversations. Thought the thoughts.

“Have you seen her dress?” “Can you believe how many extracurricular activities her kids are in?” “Well they just shop all the time don’t they?”

Compare, compare, despair.

It’s a vicious cycle and must be broken. ASAP.

So here I am. Flinging the curtains open wide to expose some ugliness. Again. {Sometimes I wonder if I’m crazy being this transparent.}

I struggle with comparison. Like, baaaaad bad.

Am I a good enough wife? “She” works full time and helps provide for her family. I’m “just” a stay at home mom who can’t keep a clean house…

Do my kids think I’m a good enough mom? “She” has her kids memorizing scriptures, doing the coolest DIY projects and throws birthday parties to die for. I can barely remember to bathe them daily, I suck at most DIY projects and party planning. I’ll never measure up…

See the pattern here? It trips us up. It’s pretty self-destructive. And must be muzzled and discarded immediately before it’s roots dig down deep.

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Over the next week or so, I’m letting the walls down. I don’t live the “perfect life” with the “perfect family” with the white picket fence. We do life messy and loud. Almost always.

But one thing has hit me hard – God hasn’t called me to reach everyone, but He has called me to reach someone.

And I so desperately need Him to show me when to say yes wholeheartedly and when to politely say no. I’m so tired of giving the people I love the most my leftover time.

We can’t be 100% in 100 different areas. It’s just not possible. And the comparisons. must. stop.

So over the next week or so, I’m letting you into my heart. Your comments are welcome, but please be gentle. I’m still a work in progress. And I’m wiling to admit – I’m ready to trade perfection for progress.

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What about you? Do you struggle with comparison? Do you feel you measure up? Have you set unrealistic expectations for yourself?

Chime in below! I’d love to hear your thoughts!

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Live Life Unscripted,
❤ Brittany

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About lifeunscriptedministries

I'm just a wife, mom, and daughter of the King! Life Unscripted Ministries is just about living life by letting go of the steering wheel and letting God take control. Lay down your plans and desires at the feet of Jesus and see the amazing things He has for you! Watch Him speak through the little, day-to-day things in such powerful ways!

Posted on November 20, 2014, in Can I vent?, Marriage, Mommy-isms, The Battle Rages ---> and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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