Should I write about small blessings?
Should I write about a willing heart?
Should I write about how beautiful it is to have a job where I still look forward to getting up and going to work on Monday morning even though I just worked Sunday morning too?
Should I write about the repeating melody on my heart the other night. I looked up the words the next morning…because all I could remember was a single word: brave.
I’ll fight like a soldier
Rise like a warrior
Won’t stop till the final day
I want to be stronger
Gonna be bolder
Look up and I see the way
You make me brave”
~ Moriah Peters
Or maybe I should write about the little boy my husband and I saw while we were out taking a walk the other night. The young guy was riding his “training wheels free” bike up and down his driveway. As we walked by him, he said to us: “I’m five-years old. I’m really good at this.”
His comment put a huge grin on my face. I admired his confidence and his willingness to embrace a skill he did well. For some reason, this seems to be more of a challenge to admit as we enter adulthood. Our shortcomings have a way of making us apprehensive instead of confident. Our inadequacies try to bully their way onto center stage, making it difficult for us to recognize and/or admit those things at which we do excel. We also tend to be more aware of being perceived as cocky or proud if we eagerly shout our strengths to the rest of the world. Can you imagine, as an adult, bumping into a complete stranger, while participating in a skill we seem to have mastered and saying “I’m 43-year-old. I’m really good at _________”
And yet, maybe we can learn something from this confident five-year old boy. Maybe it’s okay to embrace and celebrate our strengths…not in a puffed up way but in a “I’m so grateful and I refuse to waste or take this gift for granted” way.
A few thoughts came to mind as I thought more about all of this. I thought about the verse in James that reminds us that “every good and perfect gift” comes directly from our Father in heaven. Wow, isn’t that reason enough to get a little giddy about the beautiful things that come into our lives?
I also thought about how God created the Body of Christ with specific and unique talents, talents designed to work best and most efficiently in the context of community. Our unique gifts complement one another and, together, bring glory to the Giver of those gifts. Over the last few months, I’ve been reminded, over and over, just how lovely it is when a bunch of “fearfully and wonderfully made” people get together, use their unique “I’m really good at____________” God-given gift and, together, make something beautiful.
What are you really good at?
What is one way you can use your gift to serve others and bring glory to the Giver of that gift today?