April 3, 2014

Comparison

"Comparison is the thief of all joy."

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I often like to reflect and evaluate my life in terms of the G-spel. Sometimes this happens quite often, other times I let a lot of time and heartache happen before I reflect, then always wonder why I didn't do it sooner. Recently, I have been thinking a lot about the aspects of my life during periods of sadness and discontentment. I have come to conclude that the root is most always comparison. So today, I will reflect aloud. I will let you in on my heart dissection, and what the L-rd is so graciously teaching me.

I have heard this saying ["comparison is the thief of all joy"] time and time again, and how true it is. But sometimes, I just can't stop. It's a trap, you know. A deadly one. One that leads you to elevate man over God and causes you to long for this world over the eternal. 

When I realize I am discontent or not joyful, it always comes back to this pattern. I will realize that I have been comparing my life to someone else, and I begin to spiral downwards into this black hole. 

Their children obey better. 
She is thinner. 
She has better clothes. 
Her husband did that for her. 
Her house is so beautiful. 
She is funny and so liked. 

This list goes on. And really, there is nothing wrong with recognizing these qualities in people, but it's when we hold our life next to theirs that we become dissatisfied with our own. 

The result:
We are harsh to our children because they aren't obedient like those other kids
I become consumed in outward appearance
I want more money so I can buy more clothes
I become bitter with my husband
I want more money to decorate better OR I just want to get a new house
I try to become more like her

And slowly the joy is sucked out of life and thanksgiving turns to utter dissatisfaction. 

As long as we live our lives to the standard of someone else, we are doomed for discontentment because there will always be something more to compare. We will continually strive to obtain what isn't meant to be ours. The only life we were created to mimic is Jesus. Once we take our eyes off of His life, we strip the joy from living and replace it with the fear of man and exchange something that is eternal for something that fades. 

I have learned, specifically through my own life, a few harmful results of comparison:

1. We covet through comparison
Covetousness is a breeding ground for dissatisfaction. I didn't know I wanted that thing until I saw it on her! We live in an age where we flaunt everything. Instagram and Facebook (or any other social network site), is a blessing and a curse. It is so fun to keep up with people we never would otherwise, but it also allows us to create the kind of life we want others to see. There have been so many articles written about this, but the reason for my point is not to harp on the risks of social networking. My point is that we have never been more exposed to the danger of comparison like we are today. We can literally see the life we don't have-- decorated and made perfect for the eyes of all the followers. We covet their looks, their home, their personality, their creativity, how good they cook, how cute their children are, how clean their house is, and the list goes on. I have actually had to take a hiatus from these sites when I found myself creeping towards coveting the life or things of another. Covetousness through comparison is harmful, it is dangerous, and it elevates man over God.

2. We develop false expectations of relationships through comparison. 
We see how those children, her husband, his wife, those friends, that mom, etc, perform in a way that we want OUR said relationships to perform. And it doesn't happen. So we get mad, upset, and bitter at our children, husband, wife, friends, mom, etc. because we have unknowingly created expectations for those relationships that essentially are not met. We demand for them to fulfill expectations that formed while we observed relationships between other people. And it is not okay. It is dangerous, it is harmful, it can ruin your relationships, and it elevates man over God.

3. We justify through comparison. 
We are flawed. We are sinners. So, we often desire things that we know will not reflect the glory of God. Yet, many times, we do it anyways. We look at someone who claims to hold the same convictions, see how that person is living out those sinful desires, and then we justify our actions because they are doing it too. We see how that person may outwardly appear that everything is fine, and living that way or doing that thing is not affecting their relationship with J-sus, so we follow suit. Justification of ungodly desires through comparison is harmful and dangerous. It takes our eyes off of J-sus and elevates man over God.

My desire and hope is that I will look to J-sus, always. I will compare my life to HIS and not to another. When I find myself spiraling down into the dark hole of comparison, filled with sadness and bitterness, I realize the only way out is J-sus. The ONLY way.

There will always be someone skinnier
There will always be someone wealthier
There will always be someone with that personality
There will always be someone...who is not me

His desire is for us to be more like Chr-st, not someone else.
J-sus is ALWAYS better.
J-sus has ALWAYS and will ALWAYS be the way out of that dark hole.

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. He was in the beginning with God. (John 1:1-2)

You see? J-sus is the Word. And He was there when God created the world. His purpose was and has always been to save us from ourselves...even before sin was in the world.

Jesus has ALWAYS been plan A. He has ALWAYS been the way out. He will ALWAYS be the way out.

My desire for all of us is that we will ONLY look to find satisfaction in J-sus and not in people. This is the only way we will be able to eliminate discontentment and truly live joyfully.

Christmas Travels

Well hello again. Wondering where I've been? Everywhere, so it may seem. 

This post has been promised to you, and without a doubt, a long time coming. So, let me take you back. All the way back to Christmas, when we traveled to Italy and Turkey.

Warning: this post is long.

On December 27th we boarded a plane, two planes to be exact, that took us to Rome, Italy. We had a connecting flight in Istanbul, in which I took full last-minute advantage of the airport Starbucks and ordered myself a white-chocolate-mocha-with skim milk-hold the whip please. Whatever, I can be particular, Starbucks and I have been separated for months. 

The first plane ride was 6 hours, the connecting flight was 2 1/2 hours. After begging a one-year-old to take nap on the plane, eat something besides crackers, be a little quieter, and finally, change a diaper on my lap...we made it. Italy at last. 

For the next three days, we explored Rome. We explored hard. From before sun-up, because our baby woke up at 3:30am due to jet lag, to sun-down. 



AG understood that we were in Italy and needed to take advantage of our time here, so she napped in the stroller. Bless her. 

Let me just say, being a history major, I LOVED Rome. This city is incredible. Even if you aren't a History major, check it out. Save every penny you have, and even if you are 70 years old when you finally have enough money, go. Everyone should visit this place. 

Our first night in Rome, we went to a cute little local Italian restaurant where the bruschetta was amazing. By the way, did you know it's pronounced bru-SKetta and not bru-SHetta? Who knew! Well, apparently the Italians.. 


Our first morning in Rome we were out by 5:00am due to jet lag. So we went to a local cafe, and explored the city pretty much by ourselves, since everyone was still sleeping. 




This is a "five o'clock in the morning selfie." Didn't know that was a thing? 


A few hours later, after everyone in Rome woke up, we ventured to the Colosseum area to spend the day. This day was so fun. Since we opted out of a tour guide (so not our thing), we bought a few books on the Colosseum and the surrounding area so we could have the freedom to do as we please. After we walked through the Colosseum, we ventured outside and explored the other ancient ruins of all the palaces.



Addie loved playing on the ancient ruins...






We spent all day around the Colosseum area of the city. We then walked towards the Trevi Fountain, you know, that place where you throw a coin? We were lame a didn't throw one...too many people.

We didn't know the Trevi Fountain was going to be such a big hit so we fled the scene pretty quickly. Luckily, there are tons of shops in this area, so we escaped to rooms filled with purses made of Italian leather, scarves, jewelry, and lots of other fun things. I loved it. The shops were nestled into narrow alleyways, made of streets of cobblestone and lined with old buildings of various colors and scalloped rooftops.  



A few hours and miles later, we decided to plant ourselves at a local cafe in the middle of the square to sit for a while. As we were enjoying a snack, two men with a guitar and accordion walked directly in front of us to play and sing a couple of songs...while staring at us. After they graced us with their performance, they decided they deserved payment, so one of the men walked up to us and held out his hand for money. Yes, we gave him some money. We figured he needed it more than us.


The following day we took the metro to the Vatican and St. Peters Church. If you have a baby, I'm going to let you in on a little secret. Don't wait in line. No really, don't. We bypassed a two hour wait to get into the Vatican AND and three hour wait for St. Peters Church, because we had a baby. 

The Vatican museum is HUGE. So huge, that I became a bit of a grump. Probably because (1) I don't appreciate art (2) Hundreds of busts made of marble all begin to look the same (3) All I wanted was to see the Sistine Chapel...which was at the VERY END of the tour (4) All painted ceilings begin to look like...a painted ceiling (5) my husband wanted to look at EVERY SINGLE THING (6) I had an irritable baby to console (7) some rooms were so packed you couldn't move (8) ALL I WANTED TO SEE WAS THE SISTINE CHAPEL (9) Finally!! The Sistine Chapel!!...and you aren't allowed to take pictures so when I pulled out my camera I got yelled at by a guard (10) I was already stressed because I had a grumpy baby and the tour was taking FOREVER, so finally when we got to the Sistine Chapel and I got yelled at...I cried (11) I cried 

After the Vatican, we bypassed the three hour wait for St. Peters Church (largest church in the world) and briefly explored the grand building made of the finest of materials. We walked below, to where the former Popes are buried, which was...interesting(?). 








That evening, we went to dinner at this cute, romantic cafe. Afterwards, we strolled back to our hotel and got gelato (duh) on the way back. We may have eaten gelato EVERY DAY. 




After a few days in Rome, we took a taxi, plane, and boat to our hotel in Venice. Venice was so beautiful. SO beautiful. This was the relaxing part of our vacation. 







We arrived on Christmas Eve and basically just walked, shopped, ate, and slept for the next couple of days. Venice is a sinking city. In the morning, the entire city is covered in about a foot of water. You know who the locals are because they are wearing waders. Shoot. Forgot to bring my waders to Italy. 




On Christmas day, we woke up, ate breakfast, and let Addie Grace open her gifts. Since we were traveling...and she's ONE...we got her three things: A stuffed puppy, a mechanical puppy, and a squishy ball. She loves animals and balls right now, so all of her gifts seemed fitting for her stage of life. Guess what her favorite gift was? The one that cost $1: the squishy ball. 





She was terrified of the mechanical puppy. Eric and I just knew she would love it. We would talk about her opening the gift, her reaction, how her eyes would light up and a huge smile would spread across her face. Nope. She cried. Then ran away.











Oh yes, we have a video. Christmas Day 2013 . It's kind of long, so if you want to watch only the part of her opening the dog, scroll to around 7:40. Don't judge us for laughing.

The rest of Christmas day, we strolled around beautiful Venice. It was very relaxing, and we really had no agenda.






After Venice, we flew to Istanbul where we crashed for the next week. We relaxed this entire week, ordered in food, walked to Starbucks, and ate Krispy Kreme. One evening we took a walk by the Bosporus and let Addie play in the park.  Another day, we took the ferry to the Grand Bazaar, where we bartered for lots of fun souvenirs. A Turkish man asked Eric if he was Iranian. 




Istanbul was a time for recuperating before we spent week three in Antalya, Turkey. Antalya is a city on the Mediterranean Sea. Rough life, I know. It was such a refreshing time, meeting people serving in all areas of Central Asia. We gathered together for a time of worship, teaching, and pr-ying. I believe all of our hearts were full at the end.



The day we left, Addie gets sick. She threw up twice in the hotel before we left, then more on the bus ride to the airport, then again at the airport. There was nothing left in her little body, so she didn't throw up any more and pretty much slept the entire plane ride home. We thoroughly enjoyed our travels and are so thankful for such a wonderful experience!