Yesterday was the funeral of a lovely lady I was very lucky to know. It was a very emotional day but the church service was something utterly special. Her husband sung, her sister sung, and her 6 year old daughter read a poem. It was really beautiful. What really grasped me though was how inspiring the service was. This lady had a Christian faith stronger than anyone I have ever met (clergy excluded). Because of this strong faith she was the calmest, most loving person. She was a brilliant mother and an inspiring lady.
The reading for the service was from Timothy. A particular passage grasped my attention – 1 Timothy 4:14
“Do not neglect your gift, which was given you through prophecy when the body of elders laid their hands on you.”
The thought that we all have a gift, a God given gift, that we should be using is something that has haunted me for a while. What is my gift? What should I be doing with my life? I am a mother, and I do a reasonable job at that – is that my gift? I am academically clever – is that my gift? What should I do with that if it is? I am crafty and run a small online business – is that my gift? I like writing and blogging – is that my gift?
If I think really carefully, if I just open my heart to think about what I want to do – I know that I want to write. I don’t know if it is something that I am gifted at, but there is only one way to find out – to give it a go, to try. And once I find my gift, I will do my damnedest not to neglect it.