The length of her legs reaches to my eyelids and her hair hangs at the side of her size 2 waist. She has to be a fitness coach, professional dancer, or super model because really, who looks like a Grecian goddess at 5:30AM?
She and I have history. Oh boy, do we have history! One morning in spin class we happened to sit on bikes that were next to each other and I, being the non-competitive girl that I am, had to exert more energy, sweat more sweat, and push pass pain. She, on the other hand, whisked through the workout effortlessly.
At the end of the workout the instructor glanced in my direction and said, Good workout, Shorty! Obviously she was talking to the girl who stands 5'4'' (on a good day).
Obviously. I smiled a proud smile until she said, No, girl! You're not Shorty, she is, as she points to America's Next Top Model. She must have seen the confused look on my face. To encourage me she quickly replied, You're not Shorty. You're Killer!
No, I wore a hot pink top and black pants which doesn't scream Killer the last time I checked with Stacy and Clinton. I called my best friends and recounted the story. They laughed at my expense… I hope you can too.
I saw her today and thought about all the things she didn't have to do.
You know, like hem denim, wear 4-inch heels to look like the average height of a woman, stand on tip-toes to get stuff in a cupboard.
I felt like my skin was turning every shade of green with every envious thought bubbling in my mind. A cauldron of jealousy was brewing and I caught myself…four hours later.
I wish I could say that I bowed my head, prayed for forgiveness, and repented from my heathen ways that very second. But I didn't.
I read this morning in Proverbs 27:4, Wrath is fierce and anger is a flood, but who can withstand jealousy? I was totally convicted because for months I have been jealous of a woman I didn't even know.
But if we're honest with each other, we all have moments of jealousy.
Her husband, his car, their fabulous hair. Let's be honest and recognize that we fall short in many areas. The question is how can we change? How can we reposition our minds to focus on our blessings? Where do you fall short?
Let me tell you, I fall shorter than 5'4'' in many areas….even with 4-inch heels on.Leave a Comment