Accept the Gift
Imagine a friend, walking up to you, smiling, handing you a simply-wrapped gift.
Imagine you untying the ribbon, lifting the lid, and gazing inside.
Imagine you crying, “ Oh, I don’t want this gift! I want something else!”
Makes you cringe a bit, doesn’t it? How ungracious… how ungrateful…how unkind.
Yet, I feel we do this every day, perhaps many times a day, when we belittle or neglect our God-given gifts, wishing peevishly for something else.
Something that will make us more money, garner us more recognition, make us feel more exceptional.
I speak from experience. All my life I have known that my primary talent is centered in words. A passion for words has been my lodestone, drawing me like a sliver of steel to a magnet.
Over the years I have written essays, stories, poetry, and journals, some published, some shared with friends, some merely stuffed in my sagging metal file cabinet.
All my life, since childhood, I have known I have “a way with words.” Most of my life I have been glad about having this talent.
Yet just a few days ago, taking a brisk morning walk ,I found myself thinking, as I have sometimes in the past, “Imagine if I were an artist? I could draw and paint all the beauty around me. Or what if I were a musician and could fill the world with beautiful songs?”
“Or what if I were a graceful dancer, or a sculptor, or an actress?”
Even as I imagined these things, another thought rushed through my mind, “What if instead of wishing to be someone else, I decided to be happy and grateful for who I am, right now?
“Imagine, “ I thought to myself, “if I turned to God and said, “So thanks for this gift with words, but I’m kind of bored. Can I have something else?”
I shudder when I think of such a selfish request and vow not to be so churlish and ungrateful for all the blessings of my life.
I remind myself to accept all gifts gratefully, be they large or small. Be they God-given, life-defining gifts; or gifts as simple as a shell found on a beach, or a hug from a friend.
And when you think of it, that shell and that hug, are gifts from God as well. When gratitude becomes as natural as breathing, we are all illuminated with grace.