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In My Sweet Spot

No Bible reflection today--just some personal reflection.  A few weeks ago, our church concluded a worship service with a video challenging us to make the most of the next 7 days, until we were at church again.  One line challenged us to use our gifts, meaning the gifts God has given us.  That haunted me the rest of the week, as I led meetings and did lots and lots of financial work--which couldn't be less of a gift of mine.
Then today happened.  I started my day with my kids, which is usually a simultaneously joyful and challenging experience--getting myself ready for work while watching a 2-year-old and 5-month-old by myself.  Today it was more joyful than challenging.  Then I cooked myself breakfast, something I never do on a workday.  My mostly egg white omelet with red pepper and spinach was delicious and satisfying.  I love to cook.
Then, I got to lead a devotional at work.  It's really not a big deal, but I love it.  I spent way too much time preparing for it, because I got lost in it.  It did my soul good to prepare for Easter, and it did my soul good to use my gift of teaching.
Then, I got to go shopping--for Easter baskets for kids and cancer patients in area hospitals.  Shopping is most certainly a gift of mine.  I think Paul overlooked it in his lists of spiritual gifts in the Bible.  Give me a project and a budget, and I'm ready to go.
Then, I got to spend time one-on-one with a teenager.  I got to hear about where she is in life, and there's little I value more than that. 
So, it's 5:02 p.m., and I'm headed home feeling fulfilled, thankful for my gifts and for opportunities to use them.

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  1. Thank you for sharing your gifts Angie and for everything that you do!

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