In what area of your life do you catch yourself giving in to the voice of comparison? This voice attempts to worm its way into every part of our world…

Work.

Ministry.

Social media.

Parenting.

And so much more.

Sometimes we get so used to hearing it that we become immune to its whispers. As a result, we don’t even realize how dangerous comparison can be.

We may think our natural human tendency is to compare ourselves to others. We may also think it’s something we should just learn to live with.

If you’ve ever thought this, I have good news to share with you today.

Did you know there are practical steps we can take to keep the negative effects of comparison away? There are, and each one is outlined in my upcoming book, Over It. Conquering Comparison to Live Out God’s Plan.

But rest assured, these steps didn’t come from me. I’ve definitely listened to that nagging voice in my own life, but I found the keys to overcoming it through the lives of some very special women in Scripture.

I just adore our sisters in the Bible, don’t you? We can learn so much from their lives…

From some of them we can learn obedience.

From others we can learn boldness.

Many of their stories teach us about faith.

But lessons about victory over comparison come from lives you wouldn’t expect – women who took their place in the background. Their stories show us how to conquer comparison to live out God’s plan. I can’t wait to introduce you to them in the pages of the book.

For more information about the book, visit the book page here.

The Go-Go’s latest hit blared in the background. Shimmering lights from the disco ball studded the floor with star-like shapes. This was our Friday night ritual. My best friend and I arrived early, as usual, ready to try out our new skates. Did I mention the cool pink pom-poms with bells tied to the tops?

Five dollar allowance in hand would get us in the door, plus a few games of Galaga or Centipede. And maybe a cola. The best part of the night though was our dare-devil trick.

We started at opposite ends of the rink, and when one of us gave the signal, we raced toward the center circle as fast as our scrawny legs could go. Then as we reached the middle, our crisscrossed arms grabbed hold and began spinning round and round. Fast. If one of us had decided to let go, we would have fallen backward to our doom. We held on with all the strength we could muster.

God’s love for us is a lot like that firm grip.

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