I have a voice. I know it. I’ve just been hiding. Why? Because of something I did? No, because of who I am. I believed that God made me defective. How could an effective minister have bipolar disorder? How could someone who has to take medication everyday tell someone about Jesus? “But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong.” 1 Corinthians 1:27
Thanks again for this post Bro. evanmorgan.
There are different kinds of gifts, but the same Spirit distributes them. 1 Corinthians 12:4
I was invited to meet a world-renowned pianist. Since I grew up immersed in music—playing the violin and piano, and primarily singing solos for church and other events—I was thrilled at the opportunity.
When I arrived to meet the pianist, I realized he spoke little English; and to my surprise he provided a cello for me to play—an instrument I’d never touched. He insisted that I play and he would accompany me. I screeched out a few notes, trying to mimic my violin training. Finally admitting that I was lost, we parted ways.
I awoke, realizing the scenario had been a dream. But since the musical background presented in my dream was true, in my mind lingered the words, Why didn’t you tell him you could sing?
God equips us to develop our natural talents and our…
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