What is it in our natures that compels us to always compare ourselves to others? To see how we measure up, how we fail in comparison, or how we are better?
One fellow homeschooling mom I know of gets up early in the morning, before her children, and spends at least an hour in prayer. I, too, get up early in the morning, before my children, and I start the coffee, start the fire, start the laundry, plan for the day and week ahead, get dressed, and head out into the dark to do farm chores. Oh, how I miss quiet mornings of coffee, prayer and blogging!
Another always posts pictures of well dressed children studying contentedly in a very tidy home. Why are mine in muddy blue jeans and hand-me-down t-shirts, books and children strewn across several kitchen tables, and our floor in such desperate need of a mopping?
There’s another mom who celebrates the feast days of the Saints and the liturgical seasons with elaborate tea parties and creative crafts with her children. I think my children would love those crafts, and so I purchase the needed supplies, but how is it that she has the time for these things and I can never seem to pull it off?
I know other mothers who are always calm and quiet and patient with their children, at least in public. Why am I so loud, scolding as needed, whether we’re alone in the kitchen at home or in the middle of a crowded grocery store? I argue with my husband, too!
Other mothers turn out beautiful craft items and sell them on Etsy for charity. Still more actually make a decent living by blogging or got a real book published. I could do that, too, if only I had more time or talent! I could!
I even know of one mom who raises a large family, homeschools, milks cows, keeps chickens for organic meat and eggs, and can even manage it all while her husband is deployed. How organized she must be! 😉
Covetousness takes many forms.
But you are not me and I am not you, and God has given each of us different abilities, different desires, different circumstances, all so that we can praise Him and bring Him glory by our own individual lives. We each of us choose different paths that prohibit our following others. We each of us bear different crosses that stay mostly hidden in our secret hearts.
You know that, too, of course, but still, there is something in our natures that compels us to always compare ourselves to others, to see how we measure up, how we fail in comparison, or how we are better. Why is that?