Gifted

We had the most beautiful performance during church yesterday, from a singer whose voice seemed to escort my spirit to another realm. It was a gift.

I also enjoyed a visit from a friend I hadn't seen or really spoken with in over 5 years, but the instant she smiled and gave me a hug it felt like only 5 days had passed. It, too, was a gift. 

My husband spent the entire weekend dedicated to mundane administrative tasks, and still found the time and energy to connect with our kids and me (with zero signs of grumpiness...which is unfathomable to me, since even thinking about that stuff makes me want to crawl into a corner and curl up in the fetal position). It's a gift. 

I watched my son find humor in a challenging situation and choose to focus on growth. It was a gift. 

I saw one of my twin daughters give a talk for the entire church congregation for the first time, feeling  super nervous but maintaining full composure and delivering a beautiful message anyway. It was a gift. 

My heart melted a little as I watched my other twin daughter make her way across the entire row of chairs to sit next to her sister and wrap her arms around her after her talk was over. That loving relationship is a gift. 

I felt so happy watching our 6-year old "shop" for "craft supplies" in our yard, then bring her sisters and me together to make artwork out of leaves, grass, dandelions, clovers, and rocks. Her spunk and creativity are a gift. 

I love how unique our God-given gifts are, and how much beauty we can bring to each other's lives when we use them. Every gift is beautiful and worth sharing. We need them all.