The Black River is a journey in faith. It delves into an exploration of life: from the calm, clear waters of the good days, the mundane, to the swirling eddies and deep waters of issues that face every one of us. Thank you for visiting this site. You can contact me personally at: godandtheblackriver@gmail.com
Saturday, 20 April 2013
Present Present's Presence by Susan L.
Yesterday's scripture hit home with me . To paraphrase, "God's gifts are irrevocable." It raised the need for some soul searching, forgiving and repentance on my part. I'm thinking that the gifts we are given are like our brains. We only ever use a fraction of the whole.
There are countless reasons. The devil wouldn't want us to be the best we can be. Perhaps these inborn gifts weren't nurtured or encouraged. Or worse, they were criticized and minimized, stifling what could have been amazing.
Perhaps we were in an environment that didn't allow us to discover these hidden treasures at all. Poverty, the fast pace of life may be just a couple of obstacles stopping us from reaching our full potential. A word of caution, I'm not talking about success as the world sees it.
Honestly, if I hadn't had such a difficult struggle with depression and the effects of trauma over the last several years, I wouldn't have discovered my love of writing. I wouldn't have found the voice in art. Or even the gift of my humanity, bumps and all.
Gifts. There's no ifs about it. Everything is one no matter how it's wrapped. We only need to explore to tap in to what is hidden behind the devil's rhetoric.
"Nevertheless He did not leave Himself without witness, in that He did good, gave us rain from heaven and fruitful seasons, filling our hearts with food and gladness." Acts 14:17
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