Gifts and Talents

I think about what God gave me some times when it comes to gifts and talents. Sometimes I feel like Paco from The Waterboy, “I am not what you would call a handsome man. The good Lord chose not to bless me with… with charm, athletic ability… or a fully functional brain.”  So, my brain is functional but everything is on the low end.  My father, and his brothers have musical ability. They can sing beautifully, and play guitar. Some of them can paint on canvas as well. I can’t carry a tune, and my rhythm is so bad I can throw someone off clapping. I was always poor in sports and was next to last in my physical fitness tests. As for my intelligence I barely graduated high school, and never made to college. I am sure I barely passed Pre-Algebra!

It almost seems for a moment like I am mediocre on the grand scheme of gifts and talents.

I do find it interesting that God gave a great ear. To appreciate something that sounds great to something that sounds bad. He gave me an eye to see, observe, and appreciate His creation, and things in this life. Most importantly, I know He gave me the ability to hear Him, to listen to others, and the eyes to see Him, and see others. The heart to love, show compassion, and understanding.

  • Maybe my voice was not meant to sing like Angels, but made to proclaim the gospel, to speak truth, and light into this world.
  • Maybe my hands can’t play a guitar or paint a masterpiece, but I can lift them high in praise or give someone a needed hug.
  • Maybe I feet were not meant to run sprints & hurdles, but were put on a course by God that requires a slower pace, and better footing.
  • Maybe my mind was not meant to solve numerous equations, but just be able to reflect on God’s goodness, and mercy.
  • Maybe I was not meant to have a handsome face, and chiseled abs, but make it so I work at taking care of the body He gave me.

Maybe I am still on the Potter’s wheel as He is crafting this piece of clay, and maybe I am being refined as a precious metal, and maybe He is pruning me, and it won’t be about what I can create, but what God was able to create using me, a sinful & wretched man.

Then I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was, making something on the wheel. 4 But the vessel that he was making of clay was spoiled in the hand of the potter ; so he remade it into another vessel, as it pleased the potter to make (Jeremiah 18:3-4)

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