Khloe Kardashian once said, “What happened to women fixing each other’s crowns instead of trying to knock the others crown off?”
And I felt that.
Think about it, we are living in the age of the woman and outwardly we do a great job of #StandingWith and #MarchingOn, but behind pretty captions and closed doors insecurity is a cancer to our generation. Instead of celebrating the success of our sisters, we compare and compete at the expense of our own peace.
“With the same mouth we praise our Lord and Father and curse men who are made in God’s likeness with it.”
Hey, I get it. I am with you. For so long I was so ate up with keeping up. Instead of being happy for them, I let other people’s happiness feed my own dissatisfaction. I would spend hours scrolling through a feed poking, prodding and picking a part other women. She has the job I have been dreaming of for basically ever. She has the relationship that I’m longing for. Okay, her skin is literally without flaw, I bet she uses 365. And WHERE are her fat rolls in those perfectly high-waisted free people shorts?? Someone lmk. Ew, her new purse costs more than my rent and water bill, I bet it’s fake. How in the world does she get so many likes, she has to be buying them.
And before I knew it I had been sitting there for two hours ripping someone else to shreds, usually with some sort of worship music playing in the background. Scripture says that life and death are in the power of the tongue. Life and death. That is heavy stuff. From the same mouth that we worship with, we tear down and take cheap shots with our words for the sake of making ourselves feel what? More relevant? Prettier? Skinnier? No, those girls on Instagram didn’t actually hear what I was saying, but I sure wasn’t adding anything to my own life.
When is it going to be my turn? What does she have that I don’t? These are the questions that over time caused erosion in my heart, washing away any trace of joy and confidence and were ultimately the fatal blow to so many relationships that I held so dear.
I mean it got to the point that I wouldn’t even like a girl’s picture because I was so mad that I hadn’t thought of that first or because I couldn’t afford that trip or because I hated where the Lord had me at that exact moment. Yeah, she looks bangin’ in that outfit, but over my cold dead double tap would she ever know I thought that. WHAT??? Idk but it had to stop.
“If you see something beautiful in someone, speak it.”
I’m not saying that we have to be best friends with every woman we come in contact with or that we should compromise our morals to please someone else or back down from what we believe or that we should live and die by what other people think of us, but I am motioning for more love, more girl hype. How many times has one word of encouragement totally turned your day around?
Here’s a crazy idea—what if maybe, just maybe we returned the favor? What if we prayed for the Lord to make our hearts genuine and consistent and intentional? Instead of asking “why her?” and “when me?” what if we made standing on the promise that our time is coming and true happiness for the success of others a lifestyle? I tell you what it would send the enemy into a tizzy.
Can you imagine the ministry that we could accomplish? Just think of the the world we could create for our future baby girls if we began to speak to the beautiful things we saw in the women around us. I believe that we would begin to see a generation of strong, confident women rise up, women stepping into their callings, women standing in the gap putting an end to the division that comparison has created. Women celebrating women.
So, in short (LOL): Your time is on it’s way. Celebrate your girls. Support their dreams. Stand behind them. Go to war with them. It will change them. It will change you. It will change everything.