I wonder how God distributes gifts. As if it’s as simple as tossing a ring around a bowling pin.
“And he shall be good at juggling!” God says, tossing the ring.
“And she shall be good at ballet!” He tosses another.
“And he shall be good at hunting small vermin!” Toss.
“And she shall be good at origami!” Toss.
Of course, by the time God decides a single individual has “enough” talents, they stand, immoveable, wrapped with rings around individual toes, fingers, and earlobes too. People are not allowed to believe two things: 1) they are not talented and 2) they have discovered every last one of their talents.
I haven’t really discussed my guitar-playing lately. In fact, it’s been a really long time. Not that it’s something very entertaining that everyone just loves to read about. However, it’s certainly an important aspect of my life and part of me says that it’s one of the “rings” God tossed over my flailing body.
Honestly, this is one of those posts where I haven’t the faintest idea what I’m trying to explain or get across. Basically, it comes down to this.
I really wish I could sing and play guitar and get paid for it.