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I wonder how much they have saved up for retirement?  What do they live like behind closed doors?  Are we like them?  How do we measure up?

The problem with comparing myself to others is that these “others” become the measuring stick for my own life.  And no matter how I look at it, this is not a reasonable premise because these “others” don’t live in my house, nor in my skin.  How can their wealth, health, habits, choices have any relevance to mine?

Comparing minds are insecure.

The real issue is most often the motive behind the comparing.  Why do I feel the need to compare myself to others? Is it to reassure myself that I am normal? Is it to prove to myself that I am better, or worse than the rest of the human race?  Why does it matter so much?

Here is the real question I ought to answer: why does it matter so much to me?

Counting One Thousand Gifts with Ann Voskamp

#175 God’s provision for my future

#174 The assurance that I am accepted as I am

#173 my Kindle

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