Every story is unique. Every individual is unique. It’s pretty cool to see stories play out in the lives of others and to hear the stories that people have lived out up to now and where they are going. Each of our stories takes a unique pathway that is only unique to us and how God created us to be. There is a trap that many of us fall into however. That is the trap of comparing our story to someone else and even wishing we could have a piece of that story.
Tonight I was sitting in a the men’s Bible Study at my church and we continued through a series on The Greater Adventure that Robert Lewis developed. We are nearing the end of this teaching and this evening we began to talk defining moments in our lives. There are many that I can point to in my own life. Some huge ones in the past couple years and many going all the way back, some are tragic and some are great.
During this study, it was shown that part of putting this adventure together is setting time to reflect on our unique design. Something came to me that I remember Morgan Snyder teaching on at the Become Good Soil Intensive and that was dealing with a spirit of false comparison. How often have you tried looking at your story and then began to compare yourself to others? Have you ever seen someone else’s story and thought to yourself, “I sure wish that was a part of my story.” “I sure wish I had a career like that.” “I wish I was as great a husband and/or dad as that man is, or appears to be.” There’s something in each of us, in our false self that often falls into this trap of comparison. Maybe it’s not even wishing that you had a part of another story. Maybe it’s diminishing your own story, thinking it’s not has significant as another person. Morgan shared that in this spirit of false comparison we compare part of our story to part of another man story.
I love this teaching, because it’s been so helpful for me, as I have fallen in this trap of false comparison. What was revealed and only after continued review of the teaching and then in reflecting on the study tonight did it sink in that God only tells us our own story. My story is my own. Psalm 139, “You have examined my heart and know everything about me….You made all the delicate, inner parts of my body and knit me together in my mother’s womb” This is so helpful to remember and think about.
Morgan adds in this teaching that once you get visibility on another man’s story, you realize that you don’t want any other man’s story but your own. Nobody gets everything and it costs everyone something. Meaning that nobody has it all figured out. No matter how good someone story looks on the surface, there is always going to be something there, that you will realize that you don’t to have any part of, just has there is something in your story that others would not want to have any part of. Just know this, it is so easy to get caught up in comparison and I’m so glad that the Father clarified this even more tonight. So much so, I had to log on and write about it. My story is unique to me, just as your story is unique to you. Your story is the best story for your own heart, uniquely designed and woven by God himself.
When you get this and when you realize the power in this, this sets you up for even more freedom. We can then stop worrying about the wrong things and begin to shift the focus more inward and truly get a clarifying view of the beauty of our own unique design. Just to know that God loved you enough to make you in His own image, but designed with your own unique design and flavor. How cool is that? Why would you even want to have any part of something that God did not uniquely create in you and for you.
This is so helpful to remember. You are unique to you and nobody else. You don’t want any part of another’s story. It was not a part of your fearfully and wonderfully made unique design. All it does it feed a foolish habit that promotes envy and competition and begins to feed into feelings of our own inferiority which as mentioned before causes us to diminish ourselves. Avoid that trap and don’t allow yourself to get stuck in a spirit of false comparison.



The Robert Frost words, “Two roads diverge in the wood, and I took the one less traveled” continue to ring to me over and over. It’s not going to always be pleasant and easy journey. This road less traveled is full of potholes, rocks, and thorns. I have days, where I venture back near the safer road and think, maybe I should merge there again. I can’t though. Once you have truly experienced God and His goodness and begin to follow, nothing can ever be the same. You will be opposed, believe me, you will be opposed
I’m in a season of transition right now, so there is a lot going on, but I don’t think it’s any mistake that God led me back to the mountains this year with Become Good Soil, where self-care was one of the key topics. I feel that God is definitely teaching me to remember Him and to guard my heart through all of this work. I’m fixing to take on the weight of so many people’s wounds and sufferings. It’s not my weight to bear, though.
“Everybody who has been married knows this. Though years into marriage it still catches us off guard, all of us. And newly married couples, when they discover how hard it is, then seem genuinely surprised. Shocked and disheartened, by the fact. Are we doing something wrong? Did I marry right person? The sirens that lure us into marriage — romance, love, passion, sex, longing, companionship — seem so far from the actual reality of married life we fear we have made a colossal mistake, caught the wrong, bus, missed our flight…Maybe it’s just us…Nope. THIS IS EVERYONE (emphasis added).”
But when this was shared, it almost felt like a weight lifted off of the class and group as one-by-one, more people were willing to share their own emotion in this regarding their brokenness and that they too, were also pissed at God at their time. I shared this last night in our men’s ministry study. People realized that it’s okay, even though we were at this big Christian university share that emotion. God is a big enough God to handle our raw emotion. Last night, we were talking about a young-man at our church whose dad died in his arms when he was 12, and in sharing his story with the whole church Sunday, he let it be known that he was pissed at God too.

