In today’s podcast, former international model, Jennifer Strickland, tells how she turned her back on modeling at the height of her career and never looked back after she found something far more precious and life-giving than a life of anorexia, bulimia, and constant striving for the perfect body.
Have you ever struggled with comparing yourself to others? Or, wishing you were someone else? Comparison is the thief of joy. Join me with my guest, Richella Parham, as we talk about the trap of the comparison cycle, its effect on us, and how we find freedom.
With summer on its way, you only have to check out at the grocery store to read story after story about how to achieve the perfect bikini body. Comparison is the thief of joy, so looking at those perfect models only serves to make us feel inferior, inadequate, and unworthy. In this episode, Heather Creekmore and I discuss the real root behind body image issues, and how to stop comparing yourself to others.
Do you ever struggle with comparison? Do you ever compare yourself with others and then let it impact how you feel about yourself?
I had the opportunity to speak to a group of mentor leaders. It was such an honor and a privilege. They received me and my message warmly, and I think we all thoroughly enjoyed the morning.
But I have to admit something. As I was sitting there waiting for my opportunity to share what the Lord had put on my heart for them, another speaker was speaking. As the speaker before me spoke, I listened to the words that were being given and I started comparing what the other speaker was sharing with the word I felt like the Lord had given me.
The sting of comparison hurts, doesn’t it? Oh how many times I have written or spoken about the fact that comparison steals our joy. Yet, I did it again. I took my eyes off God and His promises and looked with desire at what God is doing in and through others, wishing that was me. I’m not proud of it. In fact, it brings a bit of shame and embarrassment. My heart’s desire is to be content with what God is doing in, through, with, and for me.
“But Lord, you promised…” I pleaded as I recalled words spoken over me and to me years ago. “I just don’t understand what’s taking so long. Did I hear you incorrectly?”
