One bright and early Sunday morning, as I am sitting in church listening to the Pastor share the word of God. It was that very moment where I felt like this is the day that I this message through the holy spirit is speaking directly to me.
I am sure that you might have had that feeling too! Where you are sitting in church, watching a movie, or reading a book and then something jumps out at you like that (Oprah “Aha” moment), that you simply cannot ignore or set aside until the next day.
Girl, that is exactly what happened to me in church. I mean usually after praise and worship I pull out my favorite journal, and really listen for the holy spirit to come through to clearly receive the message without missing a beat!
But the thing that struck a chord in my heart on this particular Sunday had to be the question, “How do you get back the gift that we have buried?” The Pastor discussed that everyone that is a follower of Jesus has gifts, whether it is encouragement, raising children as a stay at home mom, being an entrepreneur, being generous to others or just being an overall caring person. During the process of receiving from the Lord, we seem to bury some of the gifts that God has given to us.
When I heard the list, I instantly became super excited about the morning sermon. I just knew that I have utilized my gifts from God to the best of my ability by being an encouragement to others, (check) I am a stay at home mom, (check) and an entrepreneur, (check) so I thought that I had this sermon in the bag. I am utilizing all of my gifts writing, coaching, reading, crafting, and so much more!
However, the gifts that I had buried lingered on in my spirit for the entire day. I just could not stop thinking about if I buried any God-given gifts. I pondered, and I thought, and pondered again to reach this epic conclusion that one of the major gifts that God had given to me is my sense of humor. So when I thought I had everything figured out, God was like daughter you still have work to do, and do not grow too comfortable with all the things that I have given to you.
I buried my sense of humor shortly after becoming a first-time mother. I do not even remember “how,” or “why,” it happened it just happened. I think somewhere in my mind maybe I thought that in order to be a good mother that I had to be serious, firm, strong, and empowered to raise productive children. If I played around with my children too much, maybe they would not take my actions seriously when it came to discipline and child rearing.
Did I bury my sense of humor after both of my beloved parents passed away? I wondered if I buried my sense of humor after my nephew lost his young life tragically? Did I bury my sense of humor when my husband, and I lost everything except the clothes on our backs? Did I bury my sense of humor when I temporarily, “lost my faith,” in God and my laughter along with my fun-loving smile became a distant memory? Did I lose my sense of humor when I had to battle overwhelming depression and anxiety in my life?
These were part of the numerous questions that crossed my mind over and over again, after going home and cooking Sunday dinner for my little kingdom. All I knew is that my desire was to retrieve my sense of humor, and my new mission became protecting my happiness towards everlasting and abundant life.
Listen, You are talking to the unanimously voted by my peers “high school class clown,” for my senior class. I remember that one of my favorite television shows was “Living Single,” and my favorite character from that show was the Kim Coles character. I admired Kim Coles stand up comedy routine where she would impersonate a Latino girl from the Bronx, or a Jamaican accent. She truly inspired more of the comedic side of my life! I would entertain my family with different accents, create dances and give them their own unique names, literally think that I was a stand up comedian in college keeping my dorm room floor in stitches laughing almost every weekend. I feel that the troubles of the world helped to suppress my sense of humor when I still see the impact of violence, racism, human trafficking, and natural disasters around every corner.
In lieu, of all these things God reminded me that this is the time to share my joy with others with more laughter, to surround myself with memorable exciting times that fill my heart. God and HIS beloved son Jesus refreshed my heart with a new anointing to stand on HIS promises, to let my light shine, to continue to create random dances, tell some of the most amazing, weird, and quirky jokes, speak in different accents, and involve my children in the process of really unburying my sense of humor.
What God-given gifts have you buried?