Your gifts are finite | Deeper | Post

Today I am reminded that the gifts we are given are finite - they pass.

When I get to the end, I do not want to regretfully realise that there was more I was supposed to have done, or that there were gifts I never utilised.

To realise that I thought of something that could have potentially made a life better; but that I chose to rather keep silence in order and prevent myself of potential embarrassment.

To realise that there were words I was supposed to have written but feared that they would reveal too much of me.

To realise that there was more in me, but that I never gave myself the opportunity to explore it,

To realise that I chose fear, I chose comfort, I chose to me, over the God in me.

Over the years I've realised that the things that brought me the greatest freedom, also gave me the most fear.

I valued them so much that I feared that they would be the weapons that would be used to hurt me,

But the fear I carried also led me to burying my gifts, 'safely from the bad world' I thought.

But, like the story of the three men who were given talents to protect. I chose to bury mine rather than to expand it.

Little did I realise that in burying them, I was burying any potential they came with too.

More importantly, I also did not realise that the most certain way to lose a gift is to bury it.