I am strong

I think to myself, "Yeah, I'm tough. Uh huh, I'm pretty strong. Strong because I can do guy style push-ups, strong because I've endured a fair share of surgery in between child bearing, strong because I helped get our family through dental and ortho school, strong because I can hold down the fort with my 3 little boys in a 1 bedroom apartment as my husband is gone 3 weeks a month with work. Oh, and I've looked to God through past trials and made it through so I'm strong because of that too. Don't forget I can also bear a decent amount of physical pain without complaining and blahblah blah..."

AND THEN I look at the rock hard lady running for hours on the treadmill next to me (as I walk) or then I read NieNie dialogues (you know what I'm saying) or then I listen to an apostle speak. Hmmm. And then I laugh at my silly old self for ever thinking that I am strong. Yep, a big *sigh* and an "Oh well." And then I hear that voice in my head warning not to compare myself to the next person because this isn't a race against others. There will always be someone stonger or weaker, funnier or not funnier, richer or poorer, prettier or uglier, smarter or dumber (I mean more dumb, but I like the -er affect), taller or shorter, and on and on and on... There will always be someone better off, and there will always be someone not so better off. Maybe if I remember these things I could enjoy a few less egotistical and also a few less self-deprecating moments? That would be awesome. And then that would mean that I would be awesome. Oh yes. And then I could title my next blog post "I am awesome!" Yes! I think I've got it! That's it!