So last night, as I was kneeling to say my prayer before bed and reflecting on these things, I suddenly felt so happy about where I am and randomly ("randomly") told my Heavenly Father, "Thank you so much for the talents that you have given me. I love them and appreciate them."
The response was immediate. My heart felt like it was being wrapped in someone's arms, it was so warm and at peace. It was as if Heavenly Father was telling me, "Thank you for being grateful for them. I made them just for you, you know."
Then it hit me: how often do I say prayers where I thank the Lord for the gifts He has given me? Hardly ever.
Sometimes, I'm so caught up with the 'me' part of 'my gifts' that I forget who they really came from: the Lord.