“We struggle with insecurity because we compare our behind-the-scenes with everyone else’s highlight reel.” – Steven Furtick
Social media has given us a window to compare ourselves to everyone we know (and so many we don’t) like never before.
Someone has a cuter baby than us. A bigger house. A nicer car. A better job. A more exciting life. And we aren’t only aware of it when we interact with them, it’s in our face every time we login to Facebook or see someone’s filet mignon on Instagram.
We are prone to compare because we have constant access to people to compare ourselves to.
Comparison robs us of all joy. It says, “What I have isn’t enough.” It’s a lie, a snare, a trap. It’s one I fall into incredibly often, and I’m a comparer by nature. It’s a nasty sin I’m trying (by the grace of God) to root out.
It creates an awful cycle of pride and despair as we say, “At least I’m not like him,” and “If only I could be like her.” It’s a destructive rhythm that will never fulfill us and can only eat away at our hearts like battery acid.