Somewhere, sometime in my younger days I had a lesson on talents. I can’t remember the exact setting. I might have been in the end of my Young Women’s era or in the first days of my institute years. It was, however, definitely a church-oriented message. The gist of it entailed me praying earnestly for the gift or talent I most wanted in life.
We all have certain gifts already given to us. But if we apply ourselves and pray with pure sincerity, we can acquire more talents. I took it to heart. I came home, knelt by my bed and prayed one of the most heartfelt prayers I have ever uttered.
What did I pray for?
Charity would have been awesome! I’d love to have the pure love of Christ freely flowing inside me. How I’d like to be a “right action at the right time” type of woman. We have all seen an example, I’m sure, of a person who instinctively reaches out to someone with compassion. The nurturers of the world who can help heal a heart as easily as a scrapped knee. I know people like this. I’m a little envious of their gift. Which I guess means I still have a lot of work to do before I attain it.
Charity would have been an awesome gift to pray for. But I didn’t.
Ever know somebody who listens? I mean, actually, truly listens? To be the type of person who everyone else congregates to for a non-judgmental ally or a shoulder to cry on would be sweet. I always dreamed of having an open-door policy for my home. To have the kind of place people just like hanging out in. Instead, I lock my door using every lock available. Locked doors doesn’t exactly give off an open-door vibe.
Listening would have been a great choice to pray for. But I didn’t.
Discipline sure would be nice to rely on. I have so many projects up in the air that will never touch the ground. A stack of books sit on my nightstand waiting to be read. I’d like to blame Facebook. Or television. But I don’t think that will fly. Too bad laziness isn’t a worthwhile attribute because I have that in spades.
Probably should have prayed for discipline. But I didn’t feel like it.
The gift of discernment would come in handy these days. To be able to recognize the difference between a wise choice and a poor choice – before I actually choose. It would be nice to learn the easy way on a few things instead of always taking the hard way.
Did I pray for discernment? I didn’t even know what that word meant at that age. So, I did not.
What can I say about the gift of wisdom? Um… Nope, didn’t pray for that either.
Knowledge? Why would an eighteen year old need to pray for knowledge?
Faith? Really wish I would have known this was an option.
So, what did I pray for all those years ago? I prayed with an intense focus on receiving the gift of humor. For some reason, and I can’t quite remember what it was now, but I thought humor would be the most important talent to have. To make other people laugh. To be able to laugh. That was it. I wanted people to think I’m funny. That would be the highest compliment anyone could pay me. (insert deep sigh here)
Keep in mind I prayed for this 20 years ago. Twenty years is a lifetime. The prayer was uttered by a very naïve girl with little experience in the world.
Thinking about it now, I’m not sure why I couldn’t pray for more than one gift. Maybe I thought that would make me greedy. Or maybe, I just thought humor would compensate for everything else.
Silly, little girl!