Monday, March 26, 2018

We can’t take any credit for our talents. It’s how we use them that counts.

Madeline L’Engle

I tuck my granddaughter into bed after a movie that we’ve watched for the second night in a row. Rumour has it she wants to watch it again in a few days when her mama arrives. It’s a good one.

She has finished reading two or three books since she arrived and, on this night, decides to write instead. She settles in with her stuffies, a brand new Moleskin-like notebook, and a pencil, with plans to work on a chapter book.

I’m in awe every time I see things thread through generations. My son a voracious reader; my daughter and granddaughter, both readers and writers like me; I sometimes wonder where those things came from as I never knew my birth parents.

Regardless of whether the gene came down through my maternal or paternal line, at the end of the day, the love of all things word-related came as a gift from the Creator.

We find contentment as we flow in our gifts. Sometimes we use them in solitude and are fed as we connect with the Divine. Other times we share them, and others are edified through them too.

It’s this way for all of us.

It’s a beautiful facet of the God-given gifts that make us who we are.

How do your gifts nourish you? How do you use them to enrich the life of another?


I’m a writer, reader, and creative. I thought by now I’d have things figured out, but I keep coming up with more questions. I think that’s okay. I’m here most mornings pondering ordinary things.

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