God Gifted

I used to stare at my hands and wonder if they were meant for anything.

Nothing felt like mine, not my smile, not my voice, not even my mornings.

The first time I helped my neighbor carry groceries, I saw it—

my awkward strength mattered.

It wasn’t applause, it was relief. Did I really have something to give?

I spilled coffee on my shirt, missed the bus, forgot the meeting.

And still, someone laughed at my bad joke and said, “You’ve got a gift.”

Could I be that clumsy, ordinary, yet… chosen kind of human?

It’s in these tiny moments, messy and unseen, that God gifts us.

Sometimes it’s only when we give that we finally see what we were carrying all along.

Have you noticed your gifts hiding in plain sight too?

Maybe we’re all more enough than we think.