Finding Lost Things
A few months ago I felt compelled by the Ruach (Spirit) of God to watch the original Tinker Bell movie (via Netflix). Lying in a borrowed bed and sipping night coffee, I watched the story of the little fairy, born of a baby's first laugh, who finds herself in a circle of enchantment: the beginning of her journey towards self discovery and thriving in her true identity. She is to be given her name and her talent, and Queen Mary answers her doubts that she'll be sure to know her talent because it will choose her. When the "tinker" talent radiates a glowing knowing of the life-work Tinker Bell has ahead of her, she still has many doubts. As I watched the little fairy try to do her fairy friends' talents and fail, I saw her disappointment and discouragement grow as she attempted to live out others' callings and push her own aside. Her friends could see the gifts and creativity, the incredible abilities Tinker Bell had been given (in fact, the tinker tool glowe...