“If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”- St. Therese of Lisieux
Comparison is the thief of joy. I always find that I’m comparing myself to others. Comparison is literally the worst sin cause its the only sin that doesn’t bring you pleasure. Like yeah I stole something and I got something out of it, but yeah I compare myself to others and all it does is make me feel miserable. It sounds silly when you think of it that way, but in reality it’s one of the most constant struggles in our lives. I can attest to that. I’m CONSTANTLY comparing myself. Whether it’s the clothes I wear, my abilities at dance class, my grades in school, or even my faith.
I’m not always a huge fan of how we as women are always being compared to flowers. They’re beautiful, but they usually have a connotation of being delicate and small. However, I think St. Therese says it best. If we were all the same, what would be the beauty of that? According to Hunker.com, “Flowers help our ecosystem flourish and attract a plethora of life to the area and facilitate the expansion of our environment.” No matter what kind of flower you are, you attract a “plethora of life.” We’re all different and we each have a unique gift that adds to life. Whether you’re a rose, daisy, or a wild flower, we all have a unique beauty. If you plant all of the same flowers in one place, that’s a pretty boring landscaping job.
Being someone who has been struggling for a long time, I feel like a wilting flower sometimes. (Like those ones that you keep trying to water but somehow still get fried by the sun. Mood.) We all wilt sometimes, it’s just part of life. Most sites would say that in order to revive flowers you should cut the stems or add some sugar to the water. Sometimes you just have to sacrifice part of yourself to be brought back to life or try to find that thing in life that’s sweet. I’ve been having a lot of anxiety when it comes to my faith. It gives me anxiety to go out in public, which leads me to missing out on valuable time with God, but then it gives me anxiety that I don’t feel as strong in it as I used to be. That leads me to comparing myself and my faith life to other people’s.
God made us each our own kind of flower and hand planted us in the field where we are meant to grow. We may wilt, but He will be there to revive us. I get really discouraged and wonder why certain things happen to me, but then again, God made us each unique with our own journeys, and we just have to bloom where we are planted.
My Little Way 