Gifts

We may never know what gifts we have. We can only look within and meditate on what we think we know as an act on the gift of love that flows from our heart. What flows from our heart, may very well be the gift that God wants us to develop into our lifelong passion to hone into whatever spiritual perfection we can nourish with our simple human brains. Who knows, greatness may come. But even if it remains mundane, I know it is my mundane and I am proud that it came from me.

One thing I know is that God gave me one gift that outshines every other gift that I think I have. That gift is the gift of words. I can talk forever, and sometimes I can make sense of what I say. I love to write, and sometimes I make sense with what I write. Those times I make sense are the times that I know that God is looking over my shoulder. Those are the times I know that beauty is something that will last. It reminds me of the old Irish (or is it Celtic) proverb, “The world will pass away, but love and music will last forever.”

If God’s mission for me is to write something worthwhile, I will write until He lets me know it is good enough for me to send to a publisher (or at least Amazon) to put it into book form and let others read what God has chosen for me to say. I won’t care if it is good, great, or whatever. I sent it out because God told me to.

Perhaps whatever I write will lift someone out of their blue funk and allow them to make something of themselves. Perhaps something I write will allow someone to rise from their sickbed to earn enough to feed their family. Or, perhaps what my writing will do is encourage a little girl to pick up a pencil and scribble some words on a scrap of paper and become another Maya Angelou or Amanda Gorman. Perhaps, perhaps.

Only God knows what gifts can do.