Our hearts are deceived when our eyes feed on the lives of others without caution. Soon we think we don’t have enough, and You are not enough.
Open our eyes to see that we are complete in you. You are the Potter. We are the clay. Mold us with gentle hands till we find our fullness in all of You. Give us content hearts.
“The grass is fine ’til it looked greener on the other side – now you’re believing that you fell behind. But why try to match what should be one of a kind? You’re one of a kind” – Jonathan McReynolds (Comparison Kills)