It’s 9:21 PM and I’m looking back over my notes from Sunday’s sermon.
For a long time, I struggled to identify my gift(s) — until I started diving deeper.
“Therefore you do not lack any spiritual gift as you eagerly wait for our Lord Jesus Christ to be revealed.” 1 Corinthians 1:7 NIV
That verse reminds me that God makes no mistakes. He has already provided me with the gifts I carry. So who am I to feel doubtful or inadequate? God has equipped me. He is intentional. He distributes gifts on purpose. He calls each of us according to His design.
I believe it’s fair to consider journaling as one of my gifts. It may not be a spiritual gift, but it functions as a God-given tool in my life to help encourage others to process, listen, and reflect.
It comes naturally, but still stretches me.
It feels life-giving — not draining.
It draws me closer to God.
And I pray it blesses others when I share.
It isn’t just a hobby.
It’s how I process truth.
It’s how I steward what I’m learning.
It’s how I encourage.
So why have I questioned it?
If I’m honest — insecurity and comparison.
But here’s what I’m learning:
A gift isn’t validated by volume, platform, or perfection. It’s revealed through faithfulness.
Insecurity listens to fear.
Calling listens to grace.
Comparison looks sideways.
Calling looks upward.
And tonight, I’m choosing to look up.