Happy Friday, dear friends.
Missed posting last week (especially when I’ve finally gotten in the groove of posting semi-regularly!) but I wasn’t feeling it and I hate forcing myself to write when it doesn’t feel natural.
Side note: I have a new INSTAGRAM page for this blog! Follow me at sailingthroughthisworld 🙂
Quarantine life is going okay. It’s messy, uncertain, but littered with so many joys as well. Spending time with family (especially with my new nephew!!) and having the flexibility to simply rest and be is a really special gift.
Today, I wanted to talk about struggling with comparison. This has been a huge issue for me throughout my life and I imagine that it is a common problem, especially as Instagram and other visual online platforms have become more prevalent.
For most of us, the world’s suffering is on our minds constantly right now.
I have struggled for years with not seeing my pain and my sufferings as worthwhile. I play the comparison game.
Obviously, my sufferings are not worth anything because someone else is suffering more than me.
That’s the devil talking. He wants me to think my suffering is worthless and my pain will lead me nowhere.
Sometimes I fall in the trap of never praying for myself because I cannot see my struggles as important.
This is a kind of false humility I think. Really, we ALL need prayers and we ALL are in need of mercy.
We all have scars. Though they may look different. My pain and heartbreaks have shaped me. I shouldn’t feel ashamed because my struggles manifest differently than others.
Now, I don’t think we should all be throwing ourselves a pity party. But, we need to be able to recognize that our suffering is still meaningful and there is no need to compare our own sufferings to others.
Compassion for others is one thing.
False humility is another.
St. Faustina (my saint crush at the moment) recalls Jesus’ words to her in her diary,
Now, rest your head on My bosom, on My heart, and draw from it strength and power for these sufferings because you will find neither relief nor help nor comfort anywhere else.
However insignificant or worthless we think our suffering is, God sees us and wants to help us through it.
The question is, are you willing to accept his help?