So we can say with confidence,
"The Lord is my helper;
I will not be afraid.
What can anyone do to me?"
From a young age, I was taught that everyone had a gift. I spent countless hours trying to figure out what mine was and how I was special. It seemed to me that some folks were given several gifts, which didn’t seem that fair, but I found solace in believing that there was at least one thing that I must be good at. When I climb back into my 13 year old brain, I feel all of my uncertainties and fears pour through me. I was easily pushed around as a young girl due to my shyness and insecurities, and I was afraid to stand up for myself, let alone others. I often wish I could tell my younger self to relax a bit, to trust in myself more, and to feel proud of what I could accomplish.
My faith helped me navigate my youth and I found comfort in knowing that if I tried my best, it would be considered enough by God. As many kids thankfully do, I slowly began to build my confidences in high school and found that one of my special gifts was my voice. By college, I developed my confidence and became a force to be reckoned with. I would wield my words like a sword and dig my heals in like a bull with a strength that was likely fed from years of silence. I used to think that it was easier to stay quiet, but as I have grown older, I find that it is quite the opposite, and anyone who knows me well knows that passiveness is just not my forte. Sometimes, by simply spreading happiness, you can change a person’s day for the better. I like that even the simplest of acts can have profound effects.
As we move into this season of Advent, at a time where there is so much uncertainty and anxiety, may we also consider Hebrews 13:1 & 2. “Let brotherly love continue. Be not forgetful to entertain strangers: for thereby some have entertained angels unawares.”