The Lord is good to all;
he has compassion on all he has made.
(Psalm 145:9, NIV)
When someone else is “lucky,” I sometimes feel a little jealous.
It’s not a storm of jealousy…just a whisper.
But God has many children, and
He is lavish with them all.
They are my brothers and sisters,
dearly loved by the One I love.
Because they are dear to Him,
they are dear to me.
I see my Lord in them.
I love Him in them.
I serve Him in them.
There is no place for jealousy.
Lord, let praise always be my reaction to Your goodness.
I will rejoice in all our blessings,
even when they fall on the next person,
not on me.