Romans & histoires What Gifts God Gives Us

Ours. Gifts and all.

“How can you tell?” He shrugged as I turned him around and started to scrub his back. “I’ve always been really sensitive to storms. When the Moon Goddess called me her little rain wolf, I thought maybe it had something to do with it. Who knows.” “What can we choose from?” Riley groaned. “That’s the dumb part. She doesn’t just write down the gifts and you get to choose. Things happen in the day. Seemingly trivial things. But they matter because it’s her way of showing the gift. Look for things that happen accidentally in the next few hours. If it’s an accident, it’s not. She’s behind it.”

She had a gift: an uncanny, irritating, terrifyingly accurate gift for pinpointing compatible souls. Calliope finally snapped her notebook shut. “Enough of this heavy talk. Sit. Dessert is ready.” Silas perked up immediately. He never could resist Calliope’s desserts. Ronan, though far more stoic, didn’t pretend he wasn’t interested. Calliope’s lemon-vanilla cake could make even the most stubborn Alpha fall to his knees. They moved to her tiny living room, where plates were already setCalliope always knew when they’d give in. Silas dug in with quiet appreciation. Ronan took the first bite without shame.

I mean, wasn't it the ultimate extroverted gift wrapper anymore? “You know those days when I was still young and I watched my mother wrap gifts for visitors and neighbors on Christmas? I would always wonder how she did it with so much joy, but growing I see that people get so joyful with just the right gift. I'm so thankful to God for the gift of life he brings to me every day!" Anyone in the room could feel the warmth that was radiating through her at that moment. “AHH a journal see how God works in mysterious ways, I just completed my journal this morning,!” She giggled again.

"Don't bother. This year's gift is already special. Given directly by God. Having twins soon. Consider it the best and most expensive gift I could ask for." Samuel sighed. He had prepared himself to remember what his wife might ask for. "But that's from God. I also want to give you a gift." "No need. Just continue being a faithful and good husband and Daddy, that's more than enough. As for material things, I don't need to wait for my birthday, I can buy them myself anytime with your money." "Are you sure you don't want any gift at all?" Samuel asked to make sure. And Arianna answered with a nod.

“Every writing here will tell you that we still worship the gods, not just the god of war in particular. Frankly, if the god of war was the only one blessing us with gifts, we would all be itching for a war. No, the god of war was only emphasized because Aelysia was a war country.” “Like a patron god?” Katie muttered. “And why would the gods give these gifts?” The priest shrugged. “All I know is that only the royal family gets these gifts as it is passed through the bloodline. However, only the ones meant to inherit the throne were bestowed with the gifts. It’s… an indicator of the gods’ blessing for their reign.” Alexander tilted his head. “But what about the priests of the temple?” “What d

And before she could answer my stupid question, I knelt before her and held her shoulders to face me, “That is not true! Never believe that! All gifts are a blessing, and yours are to! Every gift is given by the moon goddess herself, and the only one that can make it a bad thing is you. If you decide to use it for evil, the gift will be evil. But that’s not just one simple act, it is a lifestyle, active choices to do harm and inflict pain on to others for your own personally gain or pleasure. But you, Ophelia is good! You are a gift all on your own, and on top of that blessed with an incredible unique gift! “

You are so uniquely made. Stay humble. Stay kind. In a world full of news that is almost too much to bear sometimes, know that you’ve been given gifts to share with the world. Your gifts are meant to share, yes, but also know that those gifts can be taken away easily. Be humble if people praise your gifts. Stay kind no matter what. Being able to do these things, themselves, are gifts. Remember, you never know when someone needs your smile or your words or your kind act of service or your hug.

"You don't know how much I needed to hear that. To hear he has forgiven me. Thank you!" That was when it clicked. Seeing that woman freed and forgiven, gave her purpose. She was sure, the gift is from God. She must use it to bring joy and closeness to those that have lost someone. It doesn't matter whether the world believes it or not, and everyone calls her crazy. Even her father's warning doesn't count; she will continue using the gift to bless other people.