My quiver is full. Eight beautiful arrows lovingly fashioned by the Master Craftsman. Each one unique and made for a special purpose. Selfishly, I want to hide them away–to keep them for myself, but that is not what they were made for. I pick up my bow and send them forth to do the work God has made them for–to be a blessing to others even as they are a blessing to me. And I find in the sending forth not emptiness, but a unique sense of fulfillment. Thank you God for blessing me with these beautiful arrows and allowing me to be part of them as they fly forth to bless others in Your name. Amen.