It’s been a stressful season.
Bry and I are working our booties off in our marriage, not because things are bad, but because we want them to be great. Deep. On the same page. Confident. And that takes work.
Not sure if it’s their ages, or school, or where they are developmentally, but our boys are requesting and requiring much care and attention. I’m trying to throw the football (which does not come naturally) and sit on the couch while they teach me about every.single. Pokemon character. Snivey Basic Level has 60 health (don’t ask me what that means). I’m finding as I come alongside what they are interested in, the bickering and whining lessens. And some days, it doesn’t. And for those days, there’s Ellen. Bless.
There have been some challenging relational connections, and ideas I’m trying to create that aren’t working. I refuse to perform to be noticed, but on some days, I just plain feel invisible.
I’m wrapping up months of writing this book, an intentional season of focus and creative outpouring, and I’m ecstatic to send the manuscript off to my editor (cue dance party).
You see, I’m good until I look around and spy the comparison mirror reflecting what I’m not doing well.
I start to panic when I realize I’m more of an introvert than I used to be, need more tank-filling, deep conversations, and trees overhead than my younger years.
Comparison Voice says, If you’re a good wife, mom, friend, (you name it), you’d be having playdates and watching your friends’ kids and hosting more and pushing yourself to get out there and be more involved.
To which I reply, I can’t in this season. And I feel great about this decision until I look around and hang my hat on you, Miss Comparison. It’s only then, I hear you shout loud,
You don’t measure up.
You don’t do relationships well.
You’re a hermit.
I’m content in my skin until I pay heed to comparison. Which helps like never.
Sunday our pastor gave a great sermon, and the heartbeat of what I took away was Cling.to.Jesus.
So I’m starting there. I’m choosing to focus on what God is calling me to do. And be. How he wants our family to love. And in this season, it’s simple, and more quiet, and hard, and in it, He is near. I’m trying to focus here, rather than shifting my gaze to what everybody else is doing. ‘Cuz looking there, I’ll get lost. Discouraged. Doubtful.
Weeks ago I power-walked around our neighborhood listening to a Robcast where he shared about how each person has their own path. Often we try to win people into understanding our path and they just don’t get it because they are focused on their path. I notice when I gaze from my path and start to wander onto someone else’s, I feel off, I feel out of sync. It’s because I’ve strayed from where God has me.
Comparison does that.
Where do you find yourself comparing? What would it look like to quiet the comparison voice by focusing on where He has you in this season? To step onto the path He has for you and find your rhythm?
The only way to quiet Comparison’s voice is to cling. To stay. To remain. Even when it’s hard.