Recently my daughter’s school held a poetry competition, I encouraged my daughter Sarah to enter but she was hesitant. Sarah didn’t think that she could write poetry but one day she attempted a poem, the words flowed out and before she knew it her first poem was written. She researched the structures for Tanka and Sonnets and challenged herself to write for those categories as well. A few weeks later she had a dilemma she had managed to write 2 Tanka style poems and 3 Sonnets. Quite an achievement! The challenge was: which would she choose to enter? It was a huge struggle. She didn’t think she could write poetry and there she was with an excess of poems. She somehow managed to choose the poems to enter and sent them in. I told her I was so proud of her no matter what the outcome was, but we were both ecstatic when she won out of all the grade 9s and 10s who entered. I shed a tear or two of pure pride and joy. Sarah had set herself the challenge of trying something new and discovered a hidden talent! She put a lot of hard work and many hours into refining the poems. I’m so proud of her!
As I reflect upon her story I’m so inspired. I’m on a journey of discovering my hidden talents, things that have been burning in my heart to achieve. The scary thing is, I’ve never thought I possibly could even attempt them let alone achieve them. BUT somehow they keep burning in my heart and I’m encouraged to try.
The voice that says I’m not good enough, smart enough or talented enough is a lie and I’m slowly learning that. I’m grasping hold to the truth contain in Isaiah 54:17 which promises me that no weapon formed against me will prosper, the lies inside my head are being defeated! I’m promised that peace, righteousness, security, and triumph over opposition are my heritage because I belong to Christ!
So grasping hold of that gives me the courage to push on, to hone my hidden gifts and bring them forth!
My prayer for you is that you will realize you have many hidden gifts just waiting to be discovered. I encourage you to try something new today. I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised!
Many blessings, Keona
Here’s my daughter’s poem:
They lurk in the shadows
Hiding among us
Criticising our every move
We are their prisoners
We cannot escape them
We are trapped
For these monsters live in our heads
Sleep in our bed
The shadow that follows wherever we go
The footsteps behind us
For these monster are ourselves
Written by Sarah Tann