Who redeems your life from the pit and crowns you with love and compassion.
Psalm 103:4
Handsome didn't begin to describe my youth group crush. All sense and strength drained from my body any time he entered the room. I tried to play it cool as my stomach played hockey. He was crossing the room with a bead on me.
"Do you want to go driving after?"
What girl could resist such romance? I tried to offer a non-committal, "Sure," but knew my eyes likely betrayed my excitement. I must have counted to sixty a thousand times before he headed for the door. I sheepishly followed after.
He was one of those cool guys with a cool car built for two but with a minuscule back seat in which one could squeeze on an emergency basis only. Another girl was already standing by my car. What in the world was this? He asked me out.
When Mr. Dreamy arrived at his stud-mobile, he offered the cramped back seat to me and the prime real estate to Miss Moving-in-on-my-Man. A short drive later we were at the Alabama equivalent to Happy Days' Inspiration Point.
I was ordered out of the car. I sat on the back bumper as the windows fogged and the bumper began a rhythmic, albeit short-lived dance.
Humiliation seeped out and shrouded me in shame.
I was nothing but a cover for Mr. Dreamy to pursue the girl he found worthy. I wasn't her. I was passed over. Unnoticed. Tossed aside.
I immediately drew comparisons between myself and Miss Shannon-You-Never-Had-a-Chance. She was well endowed; I wore two deflated balloons. She was flirtatious and fun; I was studious and serious.
Do you ever draw comparisons between yourself and others?
When you see a mom with well-behaved children do you secretly wish you were less fun and more of a disciplinarian?
When you see a man who advanced quickly in his career do you try to guess the recipe of his success?
Comparisons are a losing proposition. We see the finish line not the pit stops along the way.
The woman with so-called perfect children may have pit stops such as kids who lack confidence, assertiveness and decision-making skills.
The man with the fast track may have pit stops such as compromising his values or ignoring his wife and kids.
Miss Chesty had many pit stops along the route of her life. They weren't pretty. They weren't desirable. They were tragic.
A moment I thought of as humiliation was actually a crown of God's compassion and love. My purity was saved for another day. Eventually I would learn I didn't need a man to certify my beauty. I allowed the One who still inspires me to pull my life from the pit. He shrouded me in love and compassion. He compared me to no one and loved me exactly as He designed. His compassion conquered my comparisons.
Have you ever been in the pit of comparison? How could God's love and compassion pull you out today?
