The Gift Leads The Way ©Dawn Minott |a Haibun with audiovisual

There was no map, only the certainty that what God placed in me was not random. I didn’t always know how to offer it—sometimes I held back, unsure if it was enough, unsure if I was enough. But the gift has a way of speaking even when we are silent. It opens paths that credentials cannot. It creates space in crowded rooms and summons unexpected invitations. I have learned that when you steward the gift with faithfulness and gratitude, not ambition, it will go ahead of you like a forerunner—making introductions, preparing tables, unlocking destiny.

So, now I show up with what I’ve been given—wholeheartedly. The gift does the rest. And, the gift is about to do it again because as the wisest man said:“A man’s gift makes room for him and brings him before great men.” — Proverbs 18:16 (NKJV)

Not by privilege
Doors opened I knew not how
The gift leads the way

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The Vision Is Sure ©Dawn Minott

In the quiet moments of introspection
Hear the whispers of hope within divine promises
As shadows linger and doubts arise
Let soul find solace in faith’s embrace

Through the corridors of time echoes ring
Prophetic voices, visions ancient and true
Their words, a beacon in the darkest night
Guiding hearts to the promise of light

Interwoven in this thing called life are experiences, varied
Yet when stitched together, unfolds a divine orchestrating
Each working together, a refining fire
Shaping the soul, rekindling spirit’s desire

As the world turns in its ceaseless spin
Faithfully await the appointed time, for
Things will align, a choreography divine
Unfolding according to the Creator’s design

Let not the fleeting shadows obscure
Faith’s grand journey, a narrative enduring
For in the uncertainty of delays and disappointments
There’s purpose in the wait and in the failings

So, stand firm, amid the echoes of doubt and delay
For the vision, though it tarries, will surely come to be
In the sacred interplay of faith and time
Hold divine promises sure, in the appointed time their voice will be the loudest speaking

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