After a time of sweet fellowship with a dear friend, I saw her out the door. As soon as she left, I had a cloud over my head matching the turbulent weather outside. I said to my husband, “I just don’t like myself. I don’t find myself interesting, ...

“If she succeeds, I can’t.” “She probably has enough friends.” “That organization is already doing similar work.”

When I was working in ministry in New York City, I wrestled with comparison more than I ever had. I found myself comparing my slow-growing, minuscule ministry and oddly-scheduled work days with the accomplishments, affluence, and power of the New ...

As I looked at the list of topics for my next set of writing projects, “Comparison” jumped out as the easiest assignment. After all, I had just returned from a quick trip to a neighboring country where I was impressed with how much cleaner and qui...