Welcome to Less Than Land.
I've lived here most of my life. Constantly comparing and finding a shortage in my heart, my soul, my efforts. It's not a beautiful place. But, it's comfortable. I know my way around here. I know at any moment, I could pack my duds and head for a location where I really want to live. But, this is safe. This place doesn't require faith or effort. It relies on the flabby excuses that have haunted me most of my life.
Less than Land contradicts the faith that I so readily proclaim.
We don't quote verses that include "more than" here. No, we'd rather be comfortable in our defeat than fight for our freedom.
Sad, isn't it?
I have a feeling if you don't live here, you've, at the very least, vacationed here from time to time.
"I'm divorced." Less than.
"I'm not as smart as she is." Less than.
"I have a past." Less than.
"I have an addiction." Less than.
"I'm not as skinny as she is." Less than.
My false humility isn't glorifying to God. In fact, it's nothing more than a refusal to believe that I am who He says I am.
A long time ago, He made a way out for me.
Yet, I peek through a whole in the blinds, scared to death to dare believe Him and be free.
I will help you pack. I think it's time for a change of scenery.