God has shaped each of us uniquely with talents – things that we tend to do well. Our talents are patterns of thought, feeling, and behavior that come naturally to us. We each have a variety of talents that we can use in different ways. And this causes each of us to see and respond to life differently.
For example, here’s a picture of the edge of our neighborhood where I often take walks. Now, imagine yourself in this picture taking a walk. Let me ask you a question …
I’ll never forget Maria. I pulled into the Wal-Mart parking lot on my usual errands. A family standing with a sign at the back of the parking lot caught my eye. The man held a cardboard sign, with his wife and two little girls. My heart started beating faster and I knew I needed to go talk with them. 
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Recently I did a marathon of errands. I usually have a list of errands to do in a trip, so I can be more efficient. As I drove down the road and stopped into Target, a variety of thankfulnesses came to mind: “Thank You for the errands I can get done. Thank You I can walk. Thank You for money to buy groceries. Thank You for clean water.” These are all little, everyday things in my life. But they would not be so little if I didn’t have them! With this burst of thankfulness came a burst of energy. My day is full of good gifts! 
God is the Rock of my life. This is a practical attitude that leads to choices that impact who I am and how I live. When I’m confused and have questions in life, I ask Him for perspective. When I am tired and down, I draw near to Him for shelter.
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Sometimes, grief catches us by surprise. It’s been over twelve years now since my father passed away. Recently I stopped by a media business to have my wedding VHS recording transferred to DVD. Not only did my father give me away in marriage, he also made the wedding video for us. He thoroughly enjoyed technology and worked on video projects. As I entered the business it reminded me of my dad, and the urge to weep came over me. Early on, this was a common part of the grieving process. Over time it became less strong and less often, and I could speak of my dad with peace. But once in a while it still catches me by surprise!
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