Walk Into The Light
“We are each gifted in a unique and important way. It is our privilege and our adventure to discover our own special light.”
-Evelyn Mary Dunbar
What is your gift? We all are supposed to have one. What is yours? How do you know? When did you know? I have asked lots of people how they knew what their gifts were and I have gotten all types of answers.
“I was born knowing what my gift was.” “I found my gift by trial and error.” “I had an idea what my gift was, but I denied it for what I wanted to do and ended up right back where I should have started from.”
What about when we know, but we get off track trying to get to our dream? That sounds funny to me too. If we know, how do we get off track? If we knew how we got off track then we probably wouldn’t be off track. It is sometimes easier to see the gift of others then it is our own. I see my brother’s and I realize their gifts, writing, rapping, drawing, caring for others and my sister, she can do all of those things with no problem. My sister is a great poet. It has been a long time since she has written a poem, but she is very good. We lay down the obvious for things that we think are more reliable, more respectable, but in reality those things are not what we are supposed to be doing in the first place. This is how we get off track. Writing is my gift. I run from it because I am afraid all of the comas wont be in the right place or that no one will like the stories that I have to tell. I run from it for the same reasons I ran to other things. I am doubling back. Old people say that if you don’t use a gift you lose a gift. I don’t accept that. If you give me a coffee maker and I don’t use it for years and one day I decide to open it, it still makes coffee. Please share your gift with the world. You never know who you may inspire. This blog is me doubling back. This blog is a beautiful beginning for me to step out on faith. Do you and know that you are always good enough.
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