I was raised to believe there’s enough sun for everybody, to see the best in others and that comparison is the thief of joy. Let me tell you that while I claim that was in my raising, I still fall short. Every. Single. Day. Lord, help me. Still, in my imperfection, God gave me an amazing husband. While raising our children over the years, I would hear him tell our daughters things like “it doesn’t matter what they smell like, look like, are dressed like, or where they come from, you be kind; Jesus loves us all the same.” In both situations, I feel like the same statement rings true we are to - leave the judgin’ to Jesus. Something I have to remind myself on the daily, if ya know what I mean.