The Comparison Game
The Pitfalls of Playing Me vs. Her

by Jasmin Howell

I couldn’t focus. My thoughts were zoned in on how much prettier she was than me. So much taller, more put together, her hair more perfect, her clothes more elegant, her manner reserved and poised. I momentarily took an inventory of myself. Bouncy, out-of-control curls, old comfy jeans, layered sweaters, and chunky handmade hemp jewelry.


Guarding Against Gossip
Honoring Others with Every Word

by Leslie Ludy

...[The tongue] is an unruly evil, full of deadly poison.  With it, we bless our God...Out of the same mouth proceed blessing and cursing.