A favorite college professor used to say, “Talent is God-given,
but abilities are earned.” I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t get away with making
such a statement today, but it sure stuck with me.
I think talents are like seeds that are planted inside each
one of us at the Creator’s discretion. No one has every gift, but everyone has
some. Abilities, on the other hand, seem to come from practicing, rehearsing,
and building up condition for a given pursuit.
Enter multiple
sclerosis.
What happens to talent and ability when MS strikes?
I am inspired by this quotation from American humorist Erma Bombeck (1927-1996). It reads like an antidote for excuses.
“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I
would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything You
gave me.”
Even MS can’t erase all of a person’s talents. It just makes
us hunt a little harder for our areas of giftedness and maybe poke around for a
new pursuit or two.
Here’s a personal
example.
I used to be pretty good at horseback riding. I would ride
any horse, anytime, anywhere. I won more than a few blue ribbons in horse shows.
Then MS hit – with vertigo and a vengeance. My balance
bobbled. My coordination caved. And my equestrian ability took a nosedive.
Actually, I took a pretty scary nosedive myself. Sure, the
horse stood barely 15 hands high, but he pitched me way up in the air by the
third buck and sent me plummeting head first into the dirt. I was laid up for
months.
My talent and ability in the saddle suffered, along with my
confidence up there. It’s been a crazy-long battle, trying to get it back.
At the same time, other pursuits have stepped in. That was
five published books and two pending book proposals ago. It was also a dozen 5K races and a half marathon ago.
So maybe the setback actually
sent me a few steps forward in another arena.
That’s what happens – when we refuse to sit still for
sitting still. Something’s always gonna move, even if it’s the wheels inside
our heads. We’ve just gotta look for it.
I want to arrive in Heaven at a screeching halt, breathless
and panting from running a personal best. Even if I can’t run anymore.
Hey, it’s possible.
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