It's been a week of thunderstorms, high humidity, and high temperatures. The last thing anyone wants to do in those conditions is cut the lawn. Consequently, our usually well-manicured acre has turned in to somewhat of a weed sanctuary, complete with dandelions and fire ant mounds. Today, during a momentary break in the clouds, I mounted the riding lawnmower, and Luis armed himself with the trimmer and his safety glasses. I began with my usual cut of methodical geometric shapes in the front and back yard (what can I say, I AM, after all, the daughter of Richard Kellish!!). As I was "plowing" my way through the overgrown grass that had already gone to seed, I began to see all sorts of grasshoppers, butterflies, crickets jumping and fleeing for their lives. At that moment, God reminded me of this scripture:
2 Timothy 1:6(NIV) Therefore I remind you to stir up the gift of God which is in you through the laying on of my hands.
As I "stirred up" the neglected, forgotten grass, there was again new life breathed into my yard. Things that were hidden and lying dormant were now jumping and leaping with excitement. I began to think about how our gifts that the Lord has given us can become dry and bogged down by the overgrowth of dust, dirt and cobwebs of inactivity. If we don't use our gifts, they can become weak and fade into obscurity, never fulfilling the purpose for which it was given in the first place. Our gift isn't meant to be hidden inside us, but rather to be shared and used to touch the lives of others. Which then, in turn, breathes life into us all over again.
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