Destroying Angel

What gifts was I given

when all the talents were handed out?

Do I have a talent?

Looking at my life I have some doubt. Continue reading

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The potential inside

“She needs to toughen up,” my co-worker surmised after sharing a story about her daughter.  Apparently, her fourteen year old daughter’s feelings were hurt by a remark her friend said.  Her mother told us the remark was not that big of a deal and that her daughter is “too sensitive.”

Too sensitive.  I’m aware of that phrase.  I have poured out my soul in prayer to my Heavenly Father pleading to toughen up.

But as my co-worker described her daughter I had a new take on it.   Perhaps, and stay with my ramblings here, perhaps sensitivity should not be viewed as a character flaw.  What if sensitivity is a character strength given to a few souls to make the world a better place?  What if it’s our responsibility to bring some tenderness into this hardened place we call home?

Instead of stamping out this God given attribute, what if we are to learn how to share it?  True, we need to learn how to cope with this gift.  I can understand why the common belief is we need to toughen up.  That prevalent belief is for a sensitive’s soul own good.  Less heartache that way.  But isn’t that forcing someone born with the gift of sensitivity into someone he or she is not?  There has got to be a way to be a happy thoughtful soul who shares the gift of tenderness.

Shortly after this conversation, I went to see Disney’s Frozen.  (By the way, I recommend this movie.  The best Disney animated film I’ve seen since Tarzan)  The movie seemed to continue my train of thought.  I don’t want to be a plot spoiler so let me just sum up by saying it’s about a girl who can’t use her innate talents and is forced to hide.  She becomes somebody she was not meant to be and does not live up to her potential.

Is that what happens to most of us?  We are afraid to use our abilities or maybe we don’t understand them so we live half-lives never reaching our full potential.  We stamp out our gifts until we conform to the world’s standards.   Perhaps we feel if we don’t possess the right talents we are not good enough.  In reality, we just need to learn how to use our own gifts.

Anyone willing to weigh in on this?

Want to hear a song from Frozen sung by the character I mentioned?

Beard Beanie Anyone?

It’s that time of year.  We are being bombarded by commercials.  I don’t know about you, but I have chosen to survive by tuning most of the constant barrage out.  Those little 30 second fillers (that add up to several minutes) are just enough time to visit my own little world and tend to things there.  I just don’t get enough time to visit anymore.  My world gets neglected.

However, occasionally a 30 second spot does something to catch my attention.  Remember the Snuggie?  It took a few airings until I paid attention.  And then I wondered who these people are that have such a hard time figuring out blankets.  Do they walk among us?  Then I speculated how big the said population must be that something had to be invented to help them out.  And then I went to work and made a big deal about it.

Last year I received a Snuggie for Christmas from a co-worker.  Oh, funny office hi-jinks.

This year it wasn’t a television ad that caught my attention.  It’s a Facebook ad.

Really?

My first thought after seeing this?  Is this for real?  Followed closely by: who can I get this for?  But I will not go to work and mock this ad.  I do not want one for Christmas.  Seriously.

In Hindsight…

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.

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