I talked to my mom this morning (I try to talk to my mom at least once a day, but life happens at times and it may go down to once a week, but we do text) and she told me something that has sat with me most of the day. I was recounting to her that people’s reactions to my blog and/or tweets surprises me. I don’t write things purposely to get people to read or pay any attention to me; I write because it is cathartic to me, it makes me happy and it gives me an avenue to voice all of those things that are in my head on a day-to-day basis. It amazes me that people are helped by what I write, that people take notice of little ol’ me. The gift of the pen is one that I have had since I was a kid. I can write papers, poetry, short stories, etc. without much effort at all on my part.
Don’t get me wrong, I am not bragging or boasting, as I don’t believe I am that talented; I am no Shakespeare, Ernest Hemingway or Danielle Steele. It is just that I have always just had a way with words and have been mostly dismissive of anyone telling me that I show promise or talent or whatever. I wave them off and the most I have every really done is admitted that I, for whatever reason, writing comes easy to me.
She sagely told me that God sends blessings to those HE can send blessings through. She explained that God has blessed me with the ability and talent to have words flow through me like so much water through a sieve. I am the vessel that HE is using to pour into someone else. Mom always was so wise and discerning, I felt like a little kid again sitting in class looking up at the teacher and the chalkboard, fascinated by learning something new. So with that, I say this, you never really know how you will be used to bless someone else. Don’t be so dismissive of your gifts, talents and time.
“A blessing shared is not halved but doubled.” Unknown
Blessings and Happiness