Pulling my covers up to my chin, I stare out the cracks of my closed blinds to see the twinkling stars and soft glow of the moon. I hear the hum of our sound machine and the steady breathing of my husband beside me as I roll over yet again trying not to wake him. Everything around me is at peace except my mind. The weighted blanket on me feels like the weight of my burdens, and the clock beside me reminds me it is much past my bedtime.

I’m curious how you would fill in the “I feel like everyone is a better __________ than me” statement? I could complete it in hundreds of ways. We are so tempted to doubt our value and compare ourselves to one another, aren’t we? We look to the left and to the right and think everyone is a better wife or a better friend, has a better home or a better body, is a better employee, or is even a better Christian.

I got to thinking about what is in my Christian recipe box figuratively speaking. What are the ingredients God has given me to share with the world and leave a legacy? Am I allowing God to sift me, mix me, mold me, and make me into the creation He intended?

In our recent move, we have been sorting through our belongings trying to decide what stays and what goes. It’s been fun to go through the memories of where we’ve been and to dream about where we are going.

Who labored before me, even generations before me, that I am now reaping the fruit from? I love that introspection, but I don’t want to stop there. I also want someone to reap the reward of my labor someday.