Maybe you are fully confident in who you are. You know you are deeply cherished by friends. You know you worship a God who adores you and holds you. You know your parents love you. Even in all of that, competition, jealousy, and hopes of something else, being someone else, swish in. I wonder why? Why do us, particularly girls, feel the need to be the other "girl"?, even when we are surrounded by good things?

I don't know who this girl is or who they are, but I have a feeling most of us have a few names flash up in our hearts.. Maybe the other girl is the really pretty girl who always seems to look flawless. Maybe it's the girl in class that seems to get the material just like that while you are struggling to read a sentence and comprehend it. Maybe it's your friends or past relationships, new friends and new relationship. Maybe it's the girl who seems to have it together. Or maybe it's in your ministry or organization where you are striving to do your best, but there is that girl or girls that always seem to do it better. I think that's normal to feel that way. I feel that way. You feel that way. One of the enemies greatest attack on my life is songs like "Girl Crush" by Little Big Town where you sit there and cry because your obsessed with being the new girl your ex is with, which not being with him was what was best for you to begin with. Or when you shy out of reaching out in your organization because you feel like another girl would do the job better. Or when you find yourself on the phone with your mom talking more about what God did in someone else's life and how everything worked out for them but not you.. while neglecting to remember all the good God has done in your own life.

This is life. Comparison is a big cloud that hangs over so many of us young adult women as we try to find ourselves and grow into the woman God has called us to. I read a quote today as I was scrolling Pinterest that caught me hard, "I didn't ask you to be her. I asked you to be you - God." Right in the gut. I don't realize I am trying to be someone else until I stop and catch my breath and remember I am uniquely loved. God didn't ask me to be the star of the show. He didn't ask me to make the room laugh with everything I say. He didn't ask me to look a certain way. He didn't ask me to be someone I am not. He didn't call me to be Christine Caine or Carrie Underwood or my roommate. He called me to be me. He called you to be you. Without Rival. (Lisa Bevere, Without Rival ). Without feeling less than. Your finger prints are unique. You are the only person who can do anything with those prints. You are called to be you. The other girl probably wants to be someone else too. If we just get our eyes off of the "other girl" and onto "HIM" we remember just how silly it is to be at rival with each other, even in the hidden places of our hearts. So, let's talk about those insecurities. Let's realize we aren't the only woman going through these tough comparisons. Let's remind each other of the unique places of ourselves. Your fingerprints and her fingertips were both made to glorify God is an extrageant, beautiful, special way.