Walking beside command as a spouse is its own season of life. It is not about fancy events or borrowed status—it is about being the partner of a leader, adapting as family life bends around leadership demands. When the phone rings, Beloved must answer, and my role is to adjust, to hold space, and to steady our family in the midst of that constant push and pull.

Sometimes it creeps in quietly, a whisper that says, you should be doing more, being more, achieving more. Other times it crashes in like a wave, leaving you feeling small, inadequate, and suddenly very tired. Comparison is sneaky that way—it convinces us to measure our lives against someone else’s highlight reel, forgetting that we don’t see the mess behind their closed doors. It is, as they say, the thief of joy. And I have let it steal from me more times than I’d like to admit.