Two and a half years ago, I hired a landscaping company to add color to my flower beds. Something a little more than just green. The landscaper chose ballerina bushes for one side and promised that they would bloom beautiful pink blossoms. Spring 2006 arrived, but the pink blossoms never did. Spring 2007 came and went without a sign of the pinkness. But alas, spring 2008 ushered in this amazing display of color:
I don't know what made this spring any different from the two prior ones. The bushes seemed to think this was their year to burst forth and put on a colorful show. And I'm glad that they did.
These late bloomers remind me a lot of myself. My teenage years were a struggle because I didn't bloom when others my age did. But eventually I did. In my own time. And the funny thing was that it took another four years post-blooming for people in my class, the same ones I had worried were staring at me during all those difficult years, to even notice the difference. It made me realize that we were all preoccupied with our own struggles and comparisons.
Somehow I doubt that the ballerina bushes engaged in any such comparison over the past couple of years. They simply grew at their own rate and bloomed in their own time.
They serve as a little reminder for me that I shouldn't be comparing my spiritual walk, my financial status, or anything else in my life to others. Because God may have a different growth rate planned for me. Just like those ballerina bushes.
What areas of your life do you have trouble leaving out of the comparison game?