Being a ORU student is both a blessing and a curse.
A blessing because of being on a campus with people who love God and love each other is an amazing experience.
A curse because EVERY GIRL ON THIS CAMPUS IS PERFECT!
Maybe I’m pushing it. And perfect is a very strong word. But, that’s how I feel.
There are some girls who walk into my 8:50AM pilates class with a full face of makeup and I’ve rolled out of bed looking like a potato. There are some girls who could be vocal twins with Kari Jobe and I’m over here, after spending years on perfecting my pitch, and still have a voice crack every now and then. Or what about the girls who pray like Jennie Allen and worship like Steffany Gretzinger.
Yeah, being on this campus is hard. And it’s so easy to look at the girl on stage in chapel and think to myself, “I wish I were her. I bet she can’t even sing that well.” Oh, don’t pretend like you’ve never had a thought like that in your life.
Envy — a feeling of discontented or resentful longing aroused by someone else’s possessions, qualities, or luck.
“I could do it better.” “Why’d God choose her?” “Oh, she’s such a hypocrite.” “She doesn’t even deserve that position.” “He could do so much better.”
The list goes on and on and on…
A peaceful heart leads to a healthy body; jealousy is like cancer in the bones. (Proverbs 14:30 NLT)
Like cancer to the bones… Cancer… to the bones… Sarcoma if you will.
We know what cancer does. It attacks you from the inside out. Your body basically fighting with itself.
Jealousy. Attacks you from the inside out. Every thought that you have, ends up hurting you more than it is hurting the person you’re jealous of. If you think about it, jealousy does absolutely nothing but harbor bitterness in your heart.
Other women are not your competition.
You weren’t put on this earth to be her. You weren’t put on this earth to be better than her. You were put on this earth to bring glory to God. That’s it.
When can we get to the place where loving on others can become genuine? When can we get to the place where, when we talk about other women, all we have to say are good things? When can we get to the place where we stop looking at other women as our competition and more as our companions?
We’re all in this together, ladies! (High School Musical style). We’re not here to compete with each other. Why not uplift each other instead?