What I do well, I love to do.
I am a singer and a song leader. I am a writer. These professions I do well. Some would say I excel. Others are excellent painters, or drywallers, or administrators, or thinkers, or caregivers, or . . .
I find joy in working for others. When a festival of song is completed, I sit back with joy – glad to see others have found inspiration in the time together. When a posting or a short story expresses another’s feelings, I am satisfied.
Gifted professionals – those who find joy, satisfaction and a sense of service to those around them – sometimes lose the wonder of what they are able to accomplish. The great gift they have been given becomes just another part of their toolbag.
I did not shape my mouth or create my lungs. I did not fashion my brain or create the pathways of thought. I have nurtured that which I have been given. I have sought the counsel of others. I have used my gift for the benefit of others.
But I did not create my gift. None of us did. I hold that this gift is a creation, not of random molecules, but of a wise and loving creator.
And I stand in awe!