I went to church today, and the sermon hit me squarely between the eyes. It was being a Christian steward. The part about your talents being a part of your stewardship struck me. Some days I wonder if I have talent, or if I am using my talent properly. I am no Novak Djokovic, Grand Slam champion; I am no doctor saving lives. I am just an ordinary girl with a blog, hoping to make Him proud. Maybe I make a difference. I would like to think that I do that. I am a girl with CP, hoping to not merely exist. I fall short every day. I have more fears and unnecessary worry than I can quantify. All I can hope is that I do a job worthy of the King's pleasing.
Tearing up writing this. Acceptance is a tough pill to swallow.
Have a blessed afternoon!