You know her when you see her.
She loves a good competition.
…That is, when she knows she can win.
She grew up with mostly guy friends. She would say that it’s only because she just got along with guys better than girls, but the truth is other girls grew tired of the constant comparison that she made them feel.
She can’t quite sit still, for she must constantly train for her next arena to conquer—constantly study, constantly move, constantly do more.
She’s never quite satisfied with herself; no, there’s always. room. for. improvement!!! She’s her own worst critic and her greatest source of motivation.
That competitive girl, man. She is something else.
The world applauds her ambitions, liking her photo announcements of her latest accomplishment.
But her heart, man. Her heart is weakened from the striving.
Where is the love she longs for?? Where is her
You know, the stage that is decorated and dedicated with her declaration of admiration and praise for who she’s finally become?
She keeps hoping it will find her with her next recognition—maybe this time she will have done enough and be enough to win the acceptance she craves.
But the stage never finds her. The next big win comes and goes like a tumbleweed in a ghost town. She is left with only herself feeling empty and restless.
Try harder next time. Go for the next rung on the ladder.
The competitive girl finds it hard to catch her breath sometimes.
Jesus sees her, bent over and heaving from running so hard, and He puts his arm around her, saying:
28 Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. 29 Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me, for I am gentle and lowly in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. 30 For my yoke is easy, and my burden is light.”
Jesus helps her upright, and as she catches her breath again and with His arm still around her, He gently whispers these New Testament words from Paul in her ear:
3 Do nothing from selfish ambition or conceit, but in humility count others more significant than yourselves. 4 Let each of you look not only to his own interests, but also to the interests of others.
She breathes deep, heavy sighs now, filling her lungs with air and exhaling with some release. A gust of Old Testament wind blows past her.
4 Then I saw that all toil and all skill in work come from a man’s envy of his neighbor. This also is vanity[a] and a striving after wind.
5 The fool folds his hands and eats his own flesh.
6 Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind.
Jesus lovingly squeezes her shoulders now, her shoulders that grew so strong and tired from the burdens they had carried.
“You belong to Me, Beautiful Girl,” He says to her. “Your need to win was put to an end on My cross. There’s no need to compete anymore.
My Love is All Yours.”
24 And those who belong to Christ Jesus have crucified the flesh with its passions and desires.
25 If we live by the Spirit, let us also keep in step with the Spirit. 26 Let us not become conceited, provoking one another, envying one another.
O Competitive One, there’s no need to compete anymore. His Love is all yours.
You can never lose it. You can never earn it.
No one deserves His Love more than you. No one deserves it less than you.
Your striving is for nothing—wasted energy in a life where He intended for you to live abundantly with freedom and bring His name Glory with every breath.
You don’t have to be 15lbs smaller.
You don’t have to keep beating your personal best.
You don’t have to have the title or position.
You don’t have to raise smarter kids.
You don’t have to cook better than her.
His Unconditional Love is Completely Yours for the Taking, a Prized Gift of Grace Bestowed on His Beloved and Competitive Daughter.
Amen to that!