It's quite special. Nobody else has one like it.
To hold. To cherish. To unwrap.
To share with the world.
You may not believe it, but you do.
You may not have found it yet, but it's there.
Buried inside of you, is a gift that you are meant to share with the world.
A gift that will brighten another's life,
Warm another's heart.
It's a gift that seems small to you,
But to the receiver is really really big.
Sometimes your gift is the way you smile at someone who needed it at that very moment.
Perhaps your gift was sent in a card or a dish,
Sung from the back row of a choir,
Written on a chalkboard,
Wrapped in a warm hand on a frightened shoulder.
This gift was entrusted to you,
By your creator,
With you in mind.
Knowing the path you would walk,
And the ones who would rub shoulders with you in a moment,
To receive your gift.
Don't waste it.
For the divine gift that it is.
And it is no better and no less than anyone else's.
It is yours.
And we are ready to receive it.