© Deborah Turner
We all have a gift. It is given to us at birth along with our tiny little body, our innocents intact, and a heart brand-new yet unbroken. Built in is everything that we will ever need. Our strengths, our blessings, our gifts, and our soul, all tiny seeds planted into this little package. We did not ask to be born, and yet God had a plan for us.
It is by God's grace that we are here right now, this day, at this very moment in time. Yet so many of us ungratefully live this life without responsibility. Living this life without conscience, like it was never ending; we can abuse it, mistreat it, and hate it at times. We ignore the spirit within us and then wonder why we are miserable. I realized that I needed to take care of myself, and honor my spirit.
I came to God feeling empty and used. I returned His most precious gift worn out and ragged. Instead of being angry that I abused it, instead of turning me away, He welcomed me with opened arms. I felt unworthy. Like an empty bottle I returned for deposit, and was filled like new again. He told me that I have great value, and a beautiful future. The only thing I had to do was to listen. Jesus replaced all of my old worn out baggage with beautifully wrapped golden boxes. These were my gifts He explained, and they were mine all along even though I could not see it.
“Do you remember the little stories that you loved to write as a child?” He asked me.
“Do you remember the way that you opened your heart to every down-trodden stray in the neighborhood?”
“Do you remember the way that you held your baby dolls, and pretended to be a mommy?”
“Do you remember helping your parents when times were tough?”
“Do you realize the way that you pour out your emotions into the everything that you write?”
“Do you know how many other people feel the same way, yet cannot put it into words? I was there.” He said.
“I was there when you expressed your deepest fears, and your greatest dreams,” He announced … “And I listened.”
Nervously I opened the first box, carefully I folded back the paper and looked inside. Inside were four magnificent picture frames. I picked one of them up and it was breathtaking, it was a picture of my daughters. They were all grown up and very happy, their beauty brought tears to my eyes. I thanked God for bringing them into my life.
“You were one of their greatest gifts.” God said to me.
“No,” I said. “I thought that they were mine.”
As I continued to look at them I was in awe of their beauty. I could see it radiate off the picture like a warm halo that I could feel inside and out. It was so much more than just beauty, it was illuminating. It was as though I could see their inner strength. They were peacefully happy. I felt so proud and humbled to have been a part of their lives. I held the picture to my breast and was joyful.
I reached back into the box and pulled out the next picture. It was of my parents. My eyes stung and I felt a tear of loneliness. I missed them. In this picture they were young and happy and at peace. In all of my years I didn't remember ever seeing them this happy.
“These are the parents that I intended for you to have.” God said to me.
“They were never this happy.” I said.
“They did not use their gifts.” He said.
God told me that I have learned much from them, and will not make the same mistakes that they did.
I held their picture to my chest and was grateful for what they had taught me.
I pulled the next picture out of the box … it was my husband. I looked into his eyes and I could see his soul. I saw the man that I had fallen in love with so many times. He smiled at me and I could feel that our hearts were interlaced so comfortably that I could not see where mine ended and his began.
“It has not always been a smooth road.” God spoke. "You have been through much pain together, yet you remained as one. Those times were a test, the purest of gold comes from the hottest of fire.”
“You have made me proud.” God smiled.
The last picture lay in the box. I carefully picked it up and faced it toward me. It was a picture of me. My eyes were contented, I looked at peace with my life. There was a smile on my face and an inner beauty. It was not something that came out of a bottle or was painted on with a brush.
Behind me were all of the people in my life that I have ever loved, and all of the people that had ever loved me. Including some people that I had never met, like my Grandpa who passed away before I was born. It was as if the picture was three dimensional, as if it was all around me and the love was endless.
“I do not recognize myself,” I told God.
“This is the YOU that you are meant to be.” He gently responded.
“This potential has been with you all along, and as you can see … you have a lot of love and support.”
“Can all of this happiness really be mine?” I asked.
“It can only be yours if you want it to be.” God explained.
I held the picture tightly to my heart, and was humbled to know that God truly loved me this much.
I looked at the next beautiful box. God said that this was my gift, and that everybody has one. He said that each was special and different just like a snowflake, and this one was mine. Gingerly, I unfastened the delicate paper. Inside was a beautiful golden writing pen, and a lovely stack of paper unlike any that I had ever seen anywhere in my whole lifetime. The papers shown like mother of pearl, and was gossamer like the wings of an Angel. Certainly this paper was meant for something beautiful. I could hardly believe that I was entrusted with it.
“Surely … I cannot find something to say more beautiful than this paper itself.” I humbly said.
“Surely … you will not", God returned … "But I will.”
“I will use this gift to honor you.” I said in a childlike voice.
“I never quite understood where my words came from,” I confided.
God smiled at me and said, “Now you do. Use your gift wisely and you shall find your happiness.”
Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on January 07, 2013:
Very well said. Thank you for stopping by and taking the time to leave a comment. I do appreciate your words. Have a blessed week!
Claudia Smaletz from East Coast on January 02, 2013:
Great hub, sometimes we forget what we have accomplished when so many things in our life may have not turned out as we planned. Things do work out as long as our heart is in the right place.
Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on March 23, 2012:
Thank you for taking the time to read this and for taking the time to write a comment. I really appreciate it.
Thomas Silvia from Massachusetts on March 23, 2012:
A very uplifting and beautifully written hub thanks for sharing !
Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on March 23, 2012:
Thank you very much. I believe that it is you that has given me the gift today. God Bless, and have a wonderful day!
Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on March 23, 2012:
What a lovely way for me to begin my day! Thank you for this charming and touching story. I am smiling as I begin my day now and that is a gift from you to me.
Deborah Turner (author) from Surprise Arizona on March 22, 2012:
You're welcome! Thank you for stopping by I hope to see you again.
teacherjoe52 on March 22, 2012:
A very beautiful article.
God bless you.