By Connie S. Hall
I suppose this blog may date me a bit, but here goes. A few evenings ago, as I was watching a performance called '50s Pop Music an idea hit me. A much older Andy Williams sang Moon River, and he was as good as ever. I realized that once we have a talent, as long as we continue to nurture it, we never lose it.
That means we have to use the talents God gave us. I haven’t always used all the gifts given me. Most of them I continue to cultivate, but some things such as my violin sits under the bed gathering dust. Many pictures are sitting in boxes waiting for me to pull out the needle and thread, and I haven’t picked up my knitting needles for years.
I know the ability is still there, because on that rare occasion when I pull out the old fiddle, I still remember the notes, but the noise is something awful. I don’t want to spend the time making wall hangings because my walls are full. When my ward begs for a hat to send off to the Humanitarian Center I can still do it, but it doesn’t give me the joy it once did because my mind is wandering to something else I would rather be doing.
I think I have always loved to write, but never realized it was a special talent given to me. I wrote for pleasure and for church assignments, but I never used it the way I now know I should. I guess I better keep writing.