Comparison stifles us. It clips our wings, buries our hopes, and threatens our God-purpose. I know comparison too well. I could tell you many stories of its hold on me, but I’ll tell you one of my favorite. It’s a story of pride, running shoes, and an old lady. (I wasn’t the old lady.) I used to be a runner. …
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