no comparison

        Our dogs each got a rawhide bone from Santa.  Jimmy got his bone first, and he was in dog heaven . . . until we gave Russell a bone, too.  Then Jimmy couldn't enjoy his bone anymore.  The fun was ruined.  It's easy to be like Jimmy, right?  The house or job or degree or wife looks pretty good until someone turns up with what looks like a better one.  And that's a real problem, because it makes life an endless roller coaster ride.  One minute you're on top of the world, and the next you're on the bottom again.  All it takes is a little comparing.  Maybe that's why God says no comparisons allowed.  Wouldn't it be a relief to take that seriously?  I wonder what we'd do with all the time and energy we'd save by not always scrambling to measure up.