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The Gift...

With a little over a week into the last month of the year, I can't help but reflect on this past year. My goodness, what a year it has been. I can remember leaving the year 2015 learning that I was up for consideration of entering into a new position at my job. This spoke well, especially since I'd just started in March of 2015. I was elated a tad bit scared yet I was confident that if God presented me to this position then I was well equipped to perform. Little did I know what was to come in the days, weeks and months ahead.

Entering into 2016 I learned that gifts are not free. They come with some type of opposition, great or small. I witness many who shout over a prophetic word or some place they desire to reside or some position they desire to attain and yes, they are well qualified but fail to see the sharks in the water or the vultures roaming just above their heads searching for fresh blood & most of all, those silent issues that lie within. This reminds me of David when he was anointed to become King, he was just a boy. He had to go through some things before actually taking that platform. His obstacles didn't mean the position wasn't his but he did have to be groomed for that new place.

No gift is free. I call it a gift, because it's nothing I asked for yet it was given to me because it was His desire to do so. He created me to do a certain thing in this earth; for a particular purpose. This gift is something I can't give back, no matter how much I run away from it. I have to answer to the gift; the calling. A side note about myself. I have a tendency to express to God that I'm not worthy of His gifts & find a way to sabotage them, giving Him all the reasons why I don't deserve it. Telling Him, that He should give it to someone more worthy. 

If you are like me in any way I'm going to tell you what He told me... "I know you don't deserve it. I'm still giving it to you, because I want you to have it".

There are places God has called us to that will require us to go through situations that aren't pleasing or pleasurable to us nor will they make sense. We can find ourselves in some of the most frustrating seasons and for what? We have this desire deep within us. We know there is more to us and still wonder what am I doing here or how will I ever make it "there".

I came to give those reading hope... yes, even when I hadn't made it to my destination myself. There is purpose in your (our) pain. What I am learning is that I must learn to be content when I am up and when I am down & to remember that when He is ready to move on my (our) behalf, it doesn't take but a word & it's done. Meaning whatever situation we face, pleasant or not we are still in His hands and He cares for His children.

Continue to stay strong and keep your faith because your little while may be nearer than you think.
I love you and as always be blessed.

Thank you for reading. My prayer is that it touched you as it touched me! Please feel free to share this post or share an inspiring word! Remember you are the only you there is, so be good to YOU!

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