I was reading a devotional earlier this morning. It was about our gifts from God. It got me to thinking about my gifts He has given me.
Singing has always been my thing. I have sung in groups, and solo for as long as I can remember. My first solo was at a Christmas Eve service when I was 6. I sang, of all things, "Bring a Torch, Janette Isabella" in front of the entire congregation. I still remember the tune, just not all the words. That was 60 years ago, and I am still singing. What a glorious gift God has given me.
But, and there always seems to be a "but," my hearing is beginning to fail, so thus, I am singing less. It gets harder and harder to hear the accompaniment, and the voices around me in choir, and when I solo, I feel like I need to be standing on top of the piano.
In light of this happening, my artistic juices seem to be getting a boost. I find myself learning a new craft, or returning to an old one with more vigor. It seems like I have a better eye for color, and a talent for handwork that I never had before. Is God working another of His mysterious ways with me? I think so.
I am enjoying gardening more. I still don't like to mow and weed, but I do enjoy working out in the flowers, and tending my water feature. I am enjoying just being out in God's world more than I have in the past.
I have often heard that "when life closes a door, God opens a window." These changes in my life have made me believe it even more. I still want to sing, but now it is not so important. I know that God is watching out for me and giving me other things to do and think about.