What is this feeling in my chest? I recognize the tension of comparison that is sneaking in and stealing my joy. It leads me to envy almost every time I choose to compare. The enemy has been beating me here in this space where comparison becomes something more sinister and wants to hang around my heart. I don’t want to let him beat me anymore. I keep falling into this trap, and I have got to learn to fight back. The comparison trick that Satan traps us with, especially women,

I don't know where Thanksgiving is landing you, full of anticipation or anxiety...or a little of both.