Step Into Your Box
This post is to encourage you to step out into your box. So many times we talk about stepping outside of our box, which is great too, because that means to challenge ourselves to do things we don’t normally do. But, today I want you to look in your already existing box of talents and gifts and use those things. Use the box of tools that you have at your disposal, you just don’t do anything with. Many times we have talents or gifts or an affinity for something, but we simply don’t use it. Maybe we don’t have time, like how I don’t sew anymore because I don’t have time. Sometimes, we have time, we just have to make choices. Right? It’s the old, you really can do everything, just not all at the same time thing. Right, again? But, sometimes we’re just guilty of letting a God-given talent shrivel up and die like a fern that didn’t make it through the winter.
Recently I ran across some poems I had written years ago. Writing poetry was a hobby at one time. I try to get the grandkids to let me rap for them since rapping is really poetry, and I can do that, but they just laugh at me. I admit, it’s kind of funny. But, I do love poetry. I love the rhyming kind and the not-rhyming kind, although I lean toward rhyming. Some of you might not know this, but we owned a publishing company for over thirty years. I was always in charge of editing any rhyming that came our way. I’m a stickler for a good rhyme.
Again, back to my original reason for this blog. Finding this poem, actually inspired me to write more poems. And, it inspired me to encourage you to look back at something you used to do and do it again. I know. I get it. Other things have taken the place of that thing you used to do, but it might be fun to revive it.
Anyway, think about it. Here’s my poem, written in 1998. I think I wrote it after teaching a class on Esther. I hope you like it.
Remember Esther
Why did this happen to me today?
I heard her say through tears.
Please, dear God, don’t plant me there.
It hasn’t been watered in years.
Plant me where the ground is soft,
And there are others I can see.
Where someone waters me at night,
And takes good care of me.
“Bloom where you are planted,”
God gently and loving replied.
The ground is hard and the road is long,
But I am always by your side.
