Perfect as is

in the past, I have been guilty of comparing myself to others and feeling like I didn’t measure up. I’ll never forget an exercise the angels gave me to help rid me of that tendency. They told me to make little pedestals out of wood, and to make little clay figures of everyone I put on a pedestal – everyone I thought was better, smarter, prettier, more spiritual, etc. I found that I would have had to make thousands of figures so instead I chose a few representative ones. Jesus was one of my favorites. Even the angels had to admit He was more spiritual, I thought to myself. I finally found someone I could compare myself with; someone I felt completely justified putting on a pedestal!

So, after I finished my exercise I sat there looking at all these little clay figures sitting on their pedestals, knowing the angels were trying to say, “Look these are all made of clay, the same stuff! You are all made of God’s love, the same stuff! Get it?” I got it intellectually. “But Jesus, you were so much more loving than I could ever be,” I said quietly. Suddenly and without any reason at all, the little white clay figure of Jesus that I had created flew off his pedestal and landed in front of me. It didn’t fall, it flew. I heard the angels laughing. “Stop comparing yourself with Me.” I heard. “We are ALL made of God’s love. We all have a place and a purpose, equally important.” I felt a mighty force of love surge through my being and knew that the comparisons had to stop. As one dear souls said to me years later, the legs of a table are as important as the top!

So now I do not compare myself. I am who I am. I am not the most beautiful, nor polished soul on the planet. I stumble over words in classes and sometimes down stairs. I have a nice home and a nice life but not as much as some do, more than others. I know what talents I do have and which I do not. I will have a very happy Christmas but certainly not the one portrayed by Normal Rockwell. And finally, thank you God, finally, I have reached a point in my life where all I am trying to be is me. A rose would go crazy trying to emulate a tulip and vice versa. We are here only to be who we are. So if you, like I once was, are prone to comparing yourself with others, either subtly or overtly… Stop. You are perfect as you are. You are who you are. And that is all you have to be! What a gift that is!

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By |2018-07-28T21:14:05+00:00December 14th, 2013|Messages from Ann|

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