My heart is like a singing bird

Whose nest is in a watered shoot;

My heart is like an apple tree

Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;

My heart is like a rainbow shell

That paddles in a halcyon sea;

My heart is gladder than all these

Because my love is come to me.

As is written in this anonymous poem, think of your “love” not as a person, but as the “thing” with which you’ve been gifted, the passion that thrills your soul.

But, you say,”what if I don’t know my passion?”

Ask yourself this question, “what do I do when no one is telling me what to do, or expecting from me a certain behavior, and I lose track of time doing it?”

That’s the answer to the dilemma, “what do I want to be when I grow up?” Yes, grandmas ask this question too!

Choose that “gift” as your calling.

Choose that “love!”

What is your “love?”

There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them. There are different kinds of service, but the same Lord. There are different kinds of working, but in all of them and in everyone, it is the same God at work.

1 Corinthians 12:4-6

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