Change the World

“Your talent is God’s gift to you. What you do with it is your gift back to God.” -Leo Buscaglia


{gift:// something bestowed or acquired without any particular effort by the recipient or without its being earned}


It all slowly unravels for the young girl. Similar to a fresh bud in the early peaks of spring. Each pedal revealing a different hidden talent. Yet the pedals combined form a breathlessly lovely bloom. A single species contributes to it’s environment in multiple ways. Providing nectar for insects and developing fruit. A thin layer of fog settles in. Dew drops nestle into the curvature of vibrant asparagus colored leaves. Warm oranges and reds paint across the sky as the sun wakes up. Crisp chilled air slices into the wind like a warm butter knife.


God can use her. He has chosen her and called her to do great things. She remembers a quote by Brian Selznick, “I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts, you know. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.” The young girl has a purpose, and just like a butterfly busting out of it’s old cocoon, her wings were just now unfolding.


For so long, her talents and gifts were blinded by her unhealthy mind. Unable to grasp her authentic self. The thick darkness of winter has finally disappeared. Fairy dust is sprinkled throughout her days, revealing unused passions. Jesus was working in the young girl. Flowers were sprouting in her garden. Each bud reflecting a various skill.


Improving the minds of tiny humans and shaping the future leaders of America. The young girl shares a unique bond with each little one she encounters. These are her wildflowers. Shutter speed and light hold time still. Looking at the world through God’s eyes. Amaryllis. Her soul carries an outspoken voice. The walls of stigmas and stereotypes crumble to her feet. A mighty oak tree peaks out of the soil. Words spilling onto snow like paper. “The universe converging within the pandemonium of my mind.” A field of camellia. Clusters of blossoms flood the store front. Lightheartedness radiates from familiar faces. These are her peppermint bushels. She now had the mindset of changing the world. Scarlet Pimpernel.


Absorbing spring’s essence as accurately as she could. Jesus was exposing himself to the young girl. God’s plan was falling into place like the last puzzle piece placed into it’s home. All is well in her soul.


1 Peter 4:10 “As each has received a gift, use it to serve one another, as good stewards of God’s varied grace”


“The first days of spring” -noah and the whale (



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