Spritual Gifts and Serving One Another: my revelation

1 Peter 4:10-11: 10 Each of you should use whatever gift you have received to serve others, as faithful stewards of God’s grace in its various forms. 11 If anyone speaks, they should do so as one who speaks the very words of God. If anyone serves, they should do so with the strength God provides, so that in all things God may be praised through Jesus Christ. To him be the glory and the power for ever and ever. Amen.


So, I was reading this the other day and thinking a lot about it.  I know how to serve others with my gift of music: I teach it and am as patient and as loving as I can be with the students I have.  But what about my gift of writing?  How am I supposed to serve others with this wonderful hobby I’ve always had?  So I prayed about it.  I recently finished a book of Christian fiction, and I’m really excited about it.  I am going to try and get it published.  Is it just me who wants it to get published?  Or is it God’s will that the story that came from him is shared with others without me emailing it to them? (And therefore, sending updates when I finish them?)  My greatest desire is for him to work through words that I have written to advance his kingdom and teach others about himself.  I am so super excited when I hear someone telling me God is showing them something through a story I have written or through a blog I posted.  “Lord, give me an opportunity,” I prayed.  I didn’t really know what the opportunity would be.  I hoped that by some miracle and probably out of selfish want that someone who works for a publishing company would hear about my story and want to publish it right away.  But that’s lame and unrealistic.  Knowing God, things won’t be that easy.  But sometimes, he’ll surprise us.  The very next day, my mom asked if I would write a Lenten Devotional for church this year.  It was just a ransom thought she’d had.  Oh, my goodness.  An opportunity to serve with my writing?  Okay!  I told her about my prayer the night before, and she laughed.  God has been quite amazing.  I still want to get the book published, and I realize I still have some editing to do.  I’ve never had anything published before and feel like this story is finally worthy (unlike the mostly kid stuff I wrote before).  But what do I know?  And besides, I’ve already talked about this in a blog already.  (See previous)

To God be the glory forever and ever, amen.  How else can I serve people?  I have discovered I like encouraging people and letting them know I care and am praying for them.  I messaged a friend the other day and said I was thinking about her and praying for her, asking what I could pray specifically about.  I am a huge “words of affirmation” person, and that’s how I show love (5 Love Languages).  God gave us the gifts and talents we have to serve on another.  How great is that thought!  What gifts do you have, and how can you serve others with it?


Pushing It…Let’s Not

I had my wisdom teeth out on Friday.  “Be a bum,” they told me, and at first, I was.  Then, I kinda got bored with the whole “bum” thing.  I wanted to DO something.  I wanted to be productive.  So, I started packing.  On Sunday, I came back to school.  Mom drove me here and helped me bring my stuff up to my room because I wasn’t allowed to lift anything over 10 lbs or blood clots could come out and I could get dry socket.  Only 10 pounds?  That’s crazy!  “Don’t push it,” my mother warned me, and in all reality, that is the hardest thing I’ve ever faced.  It’s not just this weekend that I’ve been told that, either.  Having multiple sclerosis, “pushing it” means wearing myself out way too much for the day, causing my walking to become…not good.  “Pushing it” has meant bringing myself to a point of exhaustion physically (most often), emotionally, and mentally.  This dang disease kind of accelerates the others, as in, when I reach exhaustion in one of these areas, the rest are soon to follow.  But, honestly?  In the past, I have plowed right through anyway.  By testing my limits, I learn them.  I need to try things and experience them for myself before I can decide anything about them.  But this month, testing the limits brings the threat of dry sockets and more hassle than I need right now.  I don’t know how to not push it.  I’ve been through ONE day.  ONE.  And getting back in a routine makes me want to, well, you know (push it).

Now is the point where I would add scripture to support or not support the subject of this post.  However, I can’t think of any.  BUT, because I’ve been worrying about this whole thing, I DID look up Matthew 6:25-34 last night before I turned in.  My favorite verses out of that passage are 33 and 34:

33 But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34 Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

Also good for the occasion is 1 Peter 5:7: “Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.”  Why do I worry I’ll push myself too hard?  Because I don’t need to.  I had a nice long talk with the Lord this morning, and I was assured that he’d help me out.  And seriously, I have been more aware today of pushing myself than in the past.  Before I lift something, I think about if it’s gonna be heavier than something I can’t tell on my own.  After band today, I worried that I played with a force that would match that ten pounds during the three pages of double forte.  However, I’m not gonna worry about it.  Know why?  Because I’ve cast my anxiety on Him.

I don’t know how much better I’ll be at not pushing myself once I don’t have to worry about the whole mouth thing, but I do believe I’m taking a step in the right direction.  Baby steps.  That’s what counts.

Almost everyone at least knows someone that’s had their wisdom teeth out.  Getting them out this close to school wasn’t supposed to happen (see my previous post), but it did.  I keep looking for the silver lining here.  The thing I’ve been doing most though, is pray.  (Seriously, what else do you do when preoccupied with holding ice to your face?)  This post really isn’t what I had wanted to write, but I still wanted to write something.  Do you know any verses that talk about what I did in my first paragraph?

“Smiling” with a still-swollen face, Anna ((o_o))