I am going to let you in on a little secret.
A few weeks ago, I was driving to Columbus for work and usually when I drive alone, I have the music blaring.
That isn‘t the secret.
Oh yeah… I let er rip!!!!
I was completely overtaken with the sheer pleasure of singing as loud as I possibly could. The music was so good and I suddenly felt myself drift off into my imagination of me being on stage, singing “in concert” at a huge venue.
I suddenly found myself in a full-blown dance routine behind the wheel. Now for the record… I grew up Baptist. Baptist’s do not know how to dance. I am no exception.
Oh… the moves I was making. I was definitely singing better than the singer on the radio as well. I was so into it, in fact, to the point of being mesmerized by it.
They say that texting and driving is bad. I agree wholeheartedly. But when you get so “into” the song on the radio that you lose yourself it is just as bad.
And then there’s that moment when you find yourself at a stoplight and make the slow head turn to your right to see the car next you laughing so hard that they are crying because they have watched you for the past mile or so make a complete fool of yourself.
As my face turned a deep red from embarrassment, the light turned green and I waved to them and drove off. Their car didn’t move. They could not stop laughing.
A few miles down the road, I had enough courage to turn the radio on again.
Then the thought crossed my mind, “I wish God would have given me the talent to sing. Then, I wouldn’t have to resort to singing to the steering wheel.”
And yet, as I thought about it, I suddenly realized that nothing is mine!
It was then I realized that was the exact reason God did not give me the talent to sing. Because it would have been about me and not about Him. Whatever talent, or lack of talent I have is given by God.
There is a reason we are the way we are.
It was a profound and yet simple truth that I need to be reminded of. Nothing is really mine.
Everything, literally everything is a gift from the hand of God…my life, my day, my time, my talents, my job, my house and even my voice…. everything comes from Him.
When I change the descriptive word “mine” to “His” it changes how I view the things I think are mine to own, to control, to be angry about if lost. So much of my life is fretting over “mine.”
I know this stuff. I mean I heard it all before. Perhaps you have as well. But once more I am made aware that everything, literally everything is a gift from God’s wonderful gracious hand.
It’s great to be reminded once more of God’s gifts in your life.
It creates amazing opportunities to give thanks that I ignored before, when it was “mine.” In reality it’s really His, given as a gift for my use, my time is now free to give away because it’s really His time and He can use it as He wishes. And when I have a moment to sit and think, to rest and relax, I can thank Him for that sweet gift.
When I wake up to a new day, I can thank Him for the gift of the day ahead, the moments to enjoy more of His gracious hand. When I drive to work, singing at the steering wheel at the top of my lungs, I now thank Him for the gift of life.
Everything is a gift from God’s gracious hand.
As you go through your day take moments and thank Him for letting you have and use His things, His good blessing, His air, His sunshine and His love.
It will change your life.
Everything… Everyday… and I mean everything and everyday is a gift from God.
Just be glad you don’t have to hear me sing as I pass you in my car.
For you… that in itself is another gift from God.