There's a lot of buzz out there about comparison. Instagram is full of little squares that hold quotes and encouragement about how "comparison is the thief of joy" and, "flowers don't look at the flower next to them, they just bloom" But we aren't flowers. We're people. And we're women with flaws and a constant desire to look perfect. We find ourselves comparing everything from our bodies, to our marriages, to how spiritually mature we are. I know many women would give a mighty "Amen!" to our need to be delivered from the quicksand that is comparison. But where is deliverance found? Is contentment with what we have and how God made us truly attainable?

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