Parable of the Talents
So I got frustrated the other day.
Life happens. That’s a fact. You make plans and life/ people/ stuff comes in and screws it all up.
My particular nemesis reared her ugly head and messed with my head the other day. Preying on my self-doubt, pushing my buttons, sabotaging me. All in the name of love.
This particular blow-out had some good repercussions. I came to several self-realizations.
- I am not responsible for this persons fears or misery.
- It’s time for me to have my own space.
- I’m damn good at what I do. If I wasn’t, she wouldn’t be on the attack all the time.
The final epiphany when along the following lines:
I liken life to the Parable of the Talents. We all were given talents and gifts. Not to hold and hoard but to use and explore. Sometimes we succeed, sometimes we do big HUGE belly flops (I’ve done many in my life), but the risk has been taken. The effort has been made.
I’m not contained in a box of fear. That is the work of the Adversary. Because God says take the chances, use what I’ve given you and just remember to say thank you (oh, and please don’t break any laws ). I’ll support you and help you through all times.
So, I’m pulling my bootstraps up out of the mire and grabbing my talents. I still love my family, but frankly they have their paths. My path is divergent. I’m taking the one less traveled, to quote Robert Frost.