First of all, I only added this picture because it kind of relates to the post and I love the progress that it represents in my marriage and my walk with Jesus. Not a fan of the double chin, but whatevs.
I’ve always had a heart for helping others.
I call my self a fixer. I take on other people’s problems and make it my mission to help them.
I have carried that as a burden many times, rather than a gift.
For the past few months I have been struggling. I’ve always heard people talk about their “gifts” from God or their talents and how they used those to minister to others.
I didn’t feel like I had a gift or anything to share. I’ve always wanted to be a part of something bigger, and I felt like I was missing out. Like I didn’t have anything to offer.
Again, I hate to toot my own horn, but boy was I wrong.
I recently went on a “Walk to Emmaus” and was loved on by so many people. I didn’t voice my thoughts on not being blessed with a gift, but I definitely felt it being there, surrounded by talented women.
When the weekend was over, a few ladies on my walk gave me letters written specifically for me.
They talked about what a light I was, and how my “gift of gab”, my enthusiasm, and my willingness to serve others was inspiring.
It’s hard for me to take a compliment. I usually brush them off or my OCD will chime in with “they are just saying that to make you feel better”. But these ladies didn’t know what I was thinking.
They didn’t know how much I needed to hear those words.
After reading those letters over and over, and many prayers of “Lord show me how to use this for you.”, I realized I did have something to offer.
I have a servant’s heart.
Having a servant’s heart means to not only put other’s needs ahead of our own, but to serve with the right motivation—and that is to put God’s will first. Rewards, recognition or even gratitude cannot be the motivation to live out true servanthood the way Jesus did.
As I said earlier, I’ve always called myself a fixer. I would take on the world for other people, putting their needs before my own. But I realized recently that I wasn’t doing it with the right motivation.
I didn’t have ill intent, and I’ve never (maybe once) done things for others for the recognition, but I didn’t do it prayerfully or with the direction of God.
If you’ve read this blog or are my social media friend, you know a little bit of my family’s story.
You’ve heard the good and the bad and you know the trials we’ve been through.
I used helping others as an escape from what I was personally dealing with. It was my way out sometimes.
After getting involved with our amazing church, and learning about serving for Jesus, I can say that I feel like I am doing God’s work for others, using my gifts that he gave me.
I can talk to a brick wall. (gift of gab)
For some reason people talk to me. About really intimate things. So I’d say I’m approachable, even with my RBF.
I am transparent.
I am an empath.
These are all gifts that God gave me to reach other people.
That was hard to type and leave it there. Makes me a little “cringy” talking about myself like that honestly.
I feel like we (as women maybe? Or humans, idk) have a hard time not only taking people’s compliments without brushing them off, but really listening to them and believing them. Then admitting them to be true.
We aren’t trying to be cocky. We are believing in ourselves and acknowledging the good qualities that we have been gifted with.
Even though I’ve been in church my whole life, I call myself a new Jesus follower. I have always just gone through the “church motions” but never really dug into His word, serving, and what being a Jesus follower was.
I’ve learned in the last year that serving others is exactly what Jesus wants us to do. To love, serve, and lead by example.
Now, I’m still working on the being a good example part. I love Jesus but I also love a well placed f-bomb. I’m making progress…
I may be failing in a lot of areas, but I feel like I’m on the right path.
I’m thankful that unknowingly, a handful of ladies gave me the reminder I needed. It pushed me to really dig in and see where God wanted me and could use me.
It’s helped me to find the right motivation in helping others and there is nothing more fulfilling than knowing you’re being the hands and feet of Jesus for someone who may need it.
If you’re questioning your gifts or how you can be a servant to the Lord, I encourage you to listen when someone gives you a compliment. Hear them and believe them.
It could be Jesus’ way of reminding you that “talking too much” is your way of reaching the lost.
Someone out there needs to see Jesus through you, and you may have exactly what they need.