Defeating A Culture Of Comparison

Defeating A Culture Of Comparison

Galatians 1:10: "For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ."

I find myself needing to fast social media quite often. Normally, I will delete my Instagram, Twitter, and Snapchat apps for a few days or weeks at a time. I typically do this when I have a lot going on and need to eliminate distractions.

This year, instead of New Year’s Resolutions, I decided that I would fast something new each month. I chose to fast Instagram and Twitter for the month of January. I deleted Twitter because I waste so much time scrolling through trying to find something to laugh at. I deleted Instagram because I realized how heavy I compared my life to other people’s.

Instagram is both my favorite and least favorite app. I love it because I love editing photos and posting them for my friends to see. I love seeing how other people spend time and make their feeds ~cool~. On the other hand, I hate how it makes me feel sometimes. I get caught up in seeing where other people are compared to where I am. It is something that deeply impacts my walk with God.

Sometimes, it makes me strive to be more. It makes me want to spend more time in His word and more time in His presence because I am inspired by what I see. Sometimes, it just makes me want to post more. It makes me want to post more about what I am reading and what has been on my heart to prove that I am just as faithful as she is. Sometimes, it makes me want to give up altogether. I see how God has used @prettychristiangirl and wonder why I haven’t been used in the same way. I feel like I am behind in the race to His kingdom. It all turns into a mental competition in which I seem to be lagging behind.

The reality is that no matter how pretty the calligraphy in my Bible is and no matter how perfect my Jesus Calling devotional looks with my coffee mug, it is worthless until my walk matches it. Here’s what I mean: I can have everything aesthetically put together for a super dope Instagram story, but it is utterly meaningless unless I am applying it and living it out in my every day.

Another reality is that our walk with God is between God and the individual. It has nothing to do with the girl next to you or the person you follow on Instagram. It has nothing to do with what other people see or think. It is a full surrender and submission to a non-condemning and perfect Father. Don't underestimate what God can do in private.

My point is: don’t fall into the trap of comparison. I am so grateful for the people who broadcast their faith because they truly inspire me. I am excited to see how God will use them to do big things because of the fire that is inside of them. Their obedience hypes me up and makes me want to be a part of what they are doing. Use these people to your advantage. Don’t become frustrated or discouraged because their life looks better – because it truly just looks better. Not one Christian is living the way their Instagram is living.

Let your light shine. We have all been given a platform whether we are aware of who it is or not. Jesus has hand crafted you uniquely different from 7.5 billion people. Let that be your confidence to be who He created you to be. Living for the glory of God is so much more fulfilling than seeking the approval of man.

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If you have not had sex yet, wait.


Premarital sex is not a new concept, no matter how much people like to pretend it is. You can trace scripture and historical texts back thousands of year to see that lust and fornication have been a problem since… well, since we humans have been problems.

They tell you in sex ed that sex causes you to form a bond with someone. They throw some big chemical names at you that are apparently in your body and cause that emotional attachment to happen, then you move on (or back to) how important condoms are and why STDs are so scary.

As a middle schooler or teenager, you can't understand what it means to become permanently connected to someone as a result of a quick, physical act.

If you haven't even had your first kiss, you really can't imagine what it's like to develop such a complex and intimate connection with someone because you have yet to feel the butterflies in your stomach from a kiss. So you really don't know what it's like to have a whole different type of feeling in your stomach.

You never forget your first love. It's one of the most cliche things you consistently hear, but it's true. Ask anyone. I guarantee your parents can still spurt out their first love's name in a few seconds. And most people never forget their first time. I know all my friends can recount that often awkward and slightly terrifying moment as if it happened an hour ago. When you mix those two, especially if you are in your teens, oh boy.

You never forget that. No matter how hard you try.

Everything you hear about sex is true: it's amazing, fantastic, life-changing, etc. There's a reason people have done it as frequently as they do, for as long as they have. But every time you sleep with someone, you leave a piece of yourself with them. Every time you choose to take that final physical step with someone, you cannot go back and collect that piece of your dignity and soul that you left with someone.

So, imagine what happens when you break up with someone you've slept with. Or that you just hooked up with. You have given someone a little slice of yourself forever. And you can never get it back. And imagine what happens when you do that multiple times. You give a piece of yourself to five, 10, 15, 20 or more people. Then you meet the person that you want to spend forever with. And you no longer have that whole part of you. You've given pieces away, and you can no longer give those to the love of your life.

So, save those pieces for your future spouse.

If you have not had sex yet, wait. If you have, consider not giving more pieces of yourself away to people who are not your spouse. Sex was created to be between two spouses, nobody else. So we need to try to maintain its integrity.

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The separation of Church and State is a thing for a reason...


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