As you do not know the way the spirit comes to the bones in the womb of a woman with child, so you do not know the work of God who makes everything–Ecclesiastes 11:5
You–an infinite division of cells–brought to life with the foreknowledge of God, warmed and carried by woman.
You–evolving into womanhood–realizing talents and abilities, how the accuracy of your hands can create brushstrokes of beauty, a charcoal still-life of memory.
You–destined to sing chords of true freedom–regardless of the anxiety which curdles, your glowing face lit with joy as you bring others into true worship.
Her–all energy and exuberance–lacing words together, not yet realizing the potential, a gift-giver of words, who exhorts and admonishes regardless of her sixteen years.
A mysterious work of God, make of all things. Your evolving talents. The natural gifting of ancestral ages flowing in and through you, treasures perceived by loved ones.
Predestined Gifts of Grace
Paul, with Roman letter in hand, a scroll of recently-dried ink, appealing to the masses. Saying, “present your bodies as a living sacrifice, holy and acceptable to God, which is your spiritual worship,”(Romans 12:1).
How is it that an A.D. 57 message appeals to us still? Is it not by the breath of God?
The observant obstetrician of rebirth?
You–of golden skin and Mandarin tongue–able to silence worry, with The Gift of Prophecy, with visions of greater healing and restoration.
You–of coal-miner flesh and ruddiness–able to place forks and plates alongside brambleberry pie, of bone-tired flesh, who opens her home to collect 21st century saints, you who soaps up the dishes hours later, thanking God for provision and home.
You–a two-coin widow of mahogany skin–who faithfully gives in generosity, knowing the Jehovah-Jireh of recompense.
Her–of olive-gold complexion–whose eyes become faucets of mercy, when she observes suffering. Who delights in the prodigal, offering gracious prayers for them returning to the Eternal Fold.
Malleable One, of ability and talent, gifted in Grace. What three souls will you re-gift? Surely someone needs your mercy. Someone can use a prophetic word. There has got to be one friend to lavish mercy on.
Let Winter Soul-Joy Cultivation free your own gifting. Intend to sharpen your natural talents. Offer yourselves as Living Sacrifices, lean in to the specifics of your callings.
Ready yourself for joy that comes through faithful obedience to our Divine Excavator.
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