Hello, Dear One,
You were thinking about the talents I give each person, and I would like to explain something so you can understand a little better.
Imagine a layer cake. I know what kind you like best, so pretend it’s a yellow cake with raspberry jam between the layers covered thickly with chocolate frosting. Chocolate frosting made with plenty of butter and lots of powdered sugar.
From the outside, it looks like a chocolate cake.
If you wipe away some of the frosting, you might discover the yellow cake underneath, but if you take the time to slice a wedge out of the cake, you discover the veins of raspberry jam, and they are delicious!
The talents I give are like that.
Some people skate along on the surface, enjoying and maybe even using their talent for, say, singing well.
If they develop self-discipline, deepening the effortless ability I gave them through daily practice, they find under the talent a real skill – maybe it’s a performance skill – a result of their hard work developing their ability.
Sometimes, I allow my children to experience hard times. Sometimes prolonged hard times. Sometimes I walk with them through truly horrific circumstances. These are the knives with which I remove a wedge of the cake, IF they allow me.
Those people find a treasure when they let me refine them deeply. When they accept circumstances with faith that I know what I’m doing, they discover a well of richness I hid in them. Maybe it’s a gift of humor, or an ability to organize, or an ease of manner with the mentally ill. Maybe it’s an ability to understand pain, or to comfort the dying.
These gifts are the raspberry jam, existing only in the small space between layers, deep in the heart of the cake. Most people don’t even know they’re there.
They are gifts I want you to discover.
Ask me how, Dear One. You know how much I enjoy our talks.
Love and my blessing,