Christian Tabernacle / The Pentecostals of Angleton

“Pride falls down all by itself.“

The Potter places one hand on the inside of the clay and the other on the outside to create a vessel. Jesus develops us through the Holy Ghost working on the inside and the Word of God from the outside. One without the other would never shape us into what He really wants us to be. Faith comes by hearing, and hearing by the Word of God. How shall they then hear without a preacher? (Romans 10:17-18)

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You never really know what someone is walking through. Or the pain they carry.

I remember walking into church late one Sunday. The lights were already dim. Worship had started. I slipped quietly into a seat near the back, dropped my sunglasses and phone beside me, and turned around to face the stage like any other Sunday.

And that’s when I saw her.

She was leading worship that day—a rare week for her, since they rotated singers often. And there she stood… glowing. A soft sweater stretched gently over what looked like the cutest little volleyball. But it wasn’t a volleyball.

It was a baby bump.

For the next two worship songs, I barely sang. I just stood there, silently watching. Admiring. Comparing.

She had it all.
The beauty.
The body.
The baby.
The voice.

And just like that, my heart sank. My eyes welled. I told myself the quiet lie that so many of us start to believe…

God must love her more.

She must be His favorite.
She must be doing something right.
She must have His full attention.

But then… the third song began.

It was “No Longer Slaves.”
And in the middle of the chorus, she dropped to her knees on stage.
She wasn’t singing anymore.
She was weeping.

And I’ll be honest—my heart was still screaming,
“What does she have to cry about?”
She has everything I’m begging God for.

But then she stood up and spoke.

Just days earlier at her anatomy scan, doctors discovered her baby girl wasn’t forming properly.
They didn’t have all the answers yet.
But her heart was breaking.

And suddenly… everything I thought I knew shattered.

She didn’t have it all.
She wasn’t floating in favor while I stood stuck in silence.
She was worshiping through the storm—not untouched by it.

That moment changed me.

Because sometimes the people we envy the most are the ones breaking the most.

Sometimes the glow we see is from the fire they’re walking through.

And sometimes the very person we believe God is favoring is the one who’s holding on to Him by a thread.

So, friend,—be gentle with your thoughts.
Be kind to your heart.
And remember: you never really know what someone else is carrying.

Comparison clouds the truth.
Envy blinds us to the battles of others.
And no, God doesn’t love her more. He’s not overlooking you. He’s not withholding.

He sees you.
He knows.
And He’s still writing your story.