When we lament what we lack and long for what others have, we’re living our lives in a way we’re not supposed to.
There’s only one thought we typically have about God when we’re moping about, feeling inferior to others: “God, why am I this way? Why am I dumpy? Why don’t I have what they have?” We forget much about God.
Can papyrus grow tall where there is no marsh? Can reeds thrive without water? While still growing and uncut, they wither more quickly than grass. Such is the destiny of all who forget God… What they trust in is fragile; what they rely on is a spider’s web. They lean on the web, but it gives way; they cling to it, but it does not hold.
Spider webs aren’t tables. And our lives aren’t competitions. We can’t lean on the external things – things that aren’t God. He didn’t make life to be lived like that!
Why do we despise beauty and success in other people? It threatens our reign as the most supreme and admirable.
We need to change where we compare.
We tend to look at people we imagine are better than us on earth and say, “Oh no!”
We need to consider all God has done – his beauty, his works, his hand on our life and say, “Oh my!”
We reach across and try to push people down in our minds. We need to reach out and ask God to pull us up to his level.
God never intended us to compare ourselves against each other.
When we get irrationally jealous, resentful, and angry at others we see we’re not holy yet.
We ask the wrong questions. Our goofy hearts ask the shallow questions! Paul talked seriously about this…
But who are you, a human being, to talk back to God? “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?'” Does not the potter have the right to make out of the same lump of clay some pottery for special purposes and some for common use?”
To dig beneath the surface and examine our displeasure with our lot is a hard but essential thing in order for us to grow into all God made us to be. To ask, “Lord, why am I this way? Why am I dumpy in my soul? Why don’t I have what you have? Why do I despise how you’ve made me?”
God has architected the human race. Every last one of us. He’s perfect. He doesn’t make mistakes.