A Little Pencil

In the words of Mother Teresa,

I’m a little pencil in the hand of a writing God,
who is sending a love letter to the world.

I don’t claim anything of the work. It is his work.
I am like a little pencil in his hand. That is all.
He does the thinking. He does the writing.
The pencil has nothing to do with it.

He does everything and sometimes it is really hard
because it is a broken pencil and He has to sharpen it a little more.

I am only a little pencil in the hand of our Lord.
He may cut or sharpen the pencil.
He may write or draw whatever and whenever he wants.
If the writing or drawing is good,
we do not honor the pencil or the material that is used,
but rather the one who used it.

I am nothing; I am but an instrument,
a tiny pencil in the hands of the Lord with which He writes what he likes.
However imperfect we are, he writes beautifully.

We are all pencils in the hand of God.

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