If you are short, you prefer a little added height to reach the top of shelves. If you are long, you wish that a couple of inches had not been added. My mother was almost 6 feet tall and her brother was about 5 foot 9 inches. They envied each others stature. Mom wanted to be his height and he wanted to be hers.
Isn't that like life? We look at other people and think what it would be like to be them. We imagine they have perfect lifestyles and everything is great in their circle. If we only knew that they are looking at our lives and thinking the same about us.
The next time you wish you had someone else's life, look a little closer. Not at theirs, but at your own. God has placed you where you are for a purpose. Wrap your arms that kid that is attached to your hip. Tell each person in your family how much they mean to you.
Stop looking around and focus. They are right there on the sofa, or in the big chair, or in their bed....
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