THE DIVINE GIFT
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We can, with a certain degree of accuracy, gauge one's intellectual quotient level through an assortment of tests at any given age of their educated life, and subsequent years, either professionally and or leisurely.
When asked, what would be the quotient level of my soul, that can be easily ascertained by somebody professionally engaged in the field of psychology or one's country pastor or similar bound vocation, if they'd be one.
Whenever I am asked of myself, bears a challenge from the get-go as it borders on conceit.
To say, for instance, I am a loving person is untrue for it begs interpretation, liken to 'agape', beyond whereto, it becomes dependent upon others to ascertain the measure of its worth, albeit, does not stop there for therein, lies on variables as no two or more opinions, are ever the same.
How long does that person know me, or, how close of a relationship is that person to me, as a family member or as a friend?
Going back to conceit, or rather I say, that I bear to venture the thought that I leave quotient of my soul to the interests of others to judge.
Humble am I, nay, for that too is subjective.
Nevertheless, begs the question, what is the quotient of my soul?
I do not think of my soul to be higher than others, nor do I think of my soul to be lesser than others.
I would like to think less on the subject of my soul is the best answer, methinks.
I believe the soul is a divine gift, that shines for others to see, and that providence keeps not in my mind, but as the spirit within my heart.
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