What Color Do You Reflect?

     Can you imagine loving to clean house? Not me, but that describes a friend of mine. Another friend studies something broken and figures out how to fix it, while I stare at it dumbfounded. My friends and I are as different as colors refracting off a prism, and I’ve come to realize that these contrasts are clues to who we are meant to be.      
     Exploring who I’m created to be has been one of life’s greatest adventures. I’ve learned to pay attention to how people compliment me. Or to ask close friends what I’m good at and not dismiss it. These are clues to my uniqueness, indicators of the particular colors God created me to cast.     
     Sure, I still need to clean house and to tackle fixing things that are broken. But I don’t have to compare myself to my brilliant friends anymore. I can let my light shine with its particular hues.