On Spiritual Gifts

On Spiritual Gifts

For years, I buried my gift. Like the man in Matthew 25, I took what God had given me and hid it out of fear. Admitting this feels a bit shameful, because I have seen the fruit of spending the gift in Jesus’ name. I’ve gathered up words and prayed and shipped them out into the world expectant and hopeful that God can, and would use them as He found worthy so to do. But it wasn’t always this way.

The End.

The End.