Give your gift

“Your talent is God’s gift to you, what you do with it is your gift back to God.”


Growing up, we all experience uncertainty. Uncertainty of who we are. Uncertainty of who we are to become. Uncertainty of what makes us important. 


Every single day, these insecurities roam through our minds.


We are constantly looking for approval from others but we don’t realize we only need approval from ourselves. We can easily recognize and accept the gifts that others possess so why is it so hard to recognize and accept the gifts we possess?


I can easily tell you the God given gifts of my closest friends, favorite artists, and family members, but if I were asked my own I would be reluctant to share my thoughts. It is so difficult to accept yourself. It is difficult to admit that you have a purpose. And it is especially difficult to display your gift. It takes complete self-confidence.


But our purpose was to be our raw, authentic selves. That is not for us, it’s for others. We were given that gift so we can influence, teach, and grow others so why wouldn’t we show it?


Now as I grow, I finally am starting to realize the purpose for my gifts. I have become comfortable with what I can do and now, I look for ways I can give it back. But still, the hardest thing to do is share it. 


What we must convince ourselves is that if we don’t share our gifts, we are selfish. We are afraid to show the world what we were made to show them. 


Unconditionally accept yourself. Unconditionally accept your gift. Unconditionally share your gift. That’s how it was made to be.


Be your biggest fan. Put your gift to use and always keep your purpose in mind. The more you share your gift, the more you learn about yourself. 


Give your gift.


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~Thank you for reading. My goal is to help teach others ways to better themselves while doing the same for myself. This is The Exploration.~


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