When the gift is yours {collaborating with Heaven}

You have a special gift.

All rolled into your wholly unique style

and He's placed it right there in you.

I see it now.

How we deny His gift because

after all,

we're flawed and this gift has to flow

through us, somehow.

And somehow we think because it's me

the gift must not be enough

or good at all.

So we doubt.

As if our gift doesn't measure up because

it's you and yours and maybe it was all

just one big misunderstanding.

I've been convicted.

How our gifts are Heaven-sent

and not one of them a mistake.

He writes the gifts in us and

you. have. one.
I've seen it.

The way I need yours is just the way He shows my need,

spurred by the very unfurling of your gift,

you open mine.

And I need you like an interlocking puzzle

connecting us to the Master designer.

It's the bare, raw thing of pure Glory
displaying Himself in this parchment of skin and
I need to see you in all His incredible-ness, gifts flowing
right to a heart.
This is why your gift is special.
The way only you can do it like you and
no one else.
And if you've hidden yours {like me}
then we all miss this Heaven-sent thing which only
makes each gift different because you are.

I shared this at Em's place..."Imperfect Prose".