Hey, y'all, let's chat about something that's been a guiding light in my life for as long as I can remember - "Comparison is the thief of joy." Now, I used to think this gem was straight out of Proverbs, but thank God for Google because it turns out it's from Franklin D. Roosevelt, a man who knew a thing or two about facing trials (hello, Polio!).
Anyway, I usually swear by the absolute truth of this saying. Comparison stealing joy, yes, all day, every day. But hold on, there's a twist to this tried and true principle - sometimes, just sometimes, a bit of comparison can be the necessary evil we need for a dose of perspective. Not the unhealthy comparison with others, but more like comparing our molehills to our mountains.
So, last week was a mess, like Defcon 1 mess-of-a-week. Work chaos, communication issues with loved ones, a stubborn back injury making me feel like a 90-year-old, and my grand plan to be debt-free was unraveling faster than my patience. I was ready to throw in the towel, quit my job, and join a Buddhist monastery until my sister reminded me I’d have to leave my wigs, clothes, and makeup behind. Practicality once again ruins my dramatic exit! Anyway…..
In the moment, everything felt like a catastrophe. There were even tears at my work desk while I declared it to be the worst day ever - I'm sure you can picture the drama. Then, this morning, scrolling through Instagram (because where else do we find life-changing revelations?), God hit me with a video that made me recount the mountains He's helped me conquer. And then, in the midst of my frustration, a small voice whispered, "Is this even a mountain, Kimmah?"
Now, I've faced mountains. Watching cancer take my beautiful, vibrant mom, raising my son solo, bankruptcy, foreclosure, homelessness - those were mountains. Almost losing my son multiple times in one year? That was a colossal mountain. And you know what? God got me over each one.
Reality check: I'm human. In the moment, everything feels BIG. I'm in it, experiencing it in real-time, and it's very real to my body. But looking back, I allowed this molehill to turn itself into a mountain. It's not the worst thing that could happen; it's not something I won't overcome quickly. The enemy's trick is making us think our molehills are mountains. And once we think we’re dealing with a mountain, it's easy to lean into our own strength and try to “fix it” versus giving it to God.
Aht, aht. Not today satan.
When I compared my current situation to the mountains of the past, I felt a surge of superhuman strength. It's nothing, and not just to me but to my God, who's handled bigger battles for me. So why am I carrying it longer than He wants me to? Umm, Sir, here you go! (That’s me gently handing all this week's mess back over to God where it belongs.)
Reflecting on these situations provided me with much-needed perspective, clarity, and a profound sense of peace. Truth be told, I'm entrusting it all to God because, quite frankly, I lack the time and energy to try and figure it out when He already holds the answers. Yet, as humans navigating the complexities of day-to-day life, we are responsible for consistently asking ourselves a crucial question - is this a mountain or a molehill?
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