The Moore American

August 21, 2013

Talents let us be a blessing

By Wanda Billbe
The Moore American

MOORE — We’ve been feeding birds in our backyard for years and it is interesting to watch the different species and their individual personality traits surface as they munch on the grub we toss out daily.

The cardinals are very watchful; they turn their head at the slightest movement or sound.

The road runners are territorial even though they were the last group of birds to join our menagerie. They chase other birds away; wanting the food just for themselves.

The blue jays plop down out of the sky and just start eating. They are not bothered by anyone. They focus on the food.

This morning a blue jay came in for a soft landing.  Unusual for this type of bird. Then, much to our surprise, it spread its tail feathers out like a peacock. We’ve never seen the inside feathers of a blue jay’s tail before but it was absolutely beautiful. The markings were mostly blue with some white circles midway and it looked like God took a brush to detail small designs for our enjoyment.

“Wonder why they never show off their tails?” my husband asked.  It is strange when you think about it that the blue jay has a tail nearly as beautiful as a peacock but it is rarely seen.

It would be interesting to discover how many beautiful attributes we have that we never reveal to others.

When I was a teenager, a man in our church was the best pie baker in town. He baked pies for every church social; for funerals; and for birthdays of those close to him. He used his talent to make others happy.

Hilda, one of the accountants in a large company I worked for until the company closed down, was a woman who kept to herself. One day we noticed two people give her bags. Without saying a word she just nodded her head.

The next day she brought the bags back to work and placed them on the desks of the men who gave them to her.

“Hilda, what are you doing?” A coworker asked.

“Just being a blessing,” she responded.

 “What do you mean?” the coworker inquired.

“Well, Albert and Jim are single and they don’t know how to sew on a button when it falls off. My mother taught me how to sew on a button when I was five years old. She told me someday I’d sew on buttons for strangers and make them happy. Well, she was right. It gives me pleasure to do this small thing for two bachelors whose families live far away and they don’t even own a spool of thread.”

I wonder how many people around you share their secret talents with others? What secret (or maybe not so secret) talents do we have that we could share with others?

  There’s an old song that says it all: “Make Me A Blessing to Someone Today.”  Dear Lord, let this be our prayer.