"We are alle pencils in the hand of a writing God" These words are Mother Teresa's, but I also want to make them mine. How blessed to be a pencil, used by God to write his creation, to write life.
I wonder what colour I am. Am I a white bleak one, one you can't see now matter how close you look? Am I a bright yellow to shine up the paths of my fellow wanderers, am I a deep red who brings both joy and sorrows or am I the blue which sends back the colour of the sky? I believe and hope that I have all the colours of the rainbow, the rainbow which God set in the sky to give humankind hope and beauty. In God's hand I can be used as any colour, green to give growth, purple and lillac to bring the pleasue of art, black when God want me to stand up on behalf of him, white when whispers and comfort is needed. The colours are created by God, the God who know and love his creation, the God who can bear all our feelings; happy joy, wonderful love, deep sorrow, quiet reflections, mad anger. We are all pencils in the hand of a writing God and God use us every day, every minute to write his creation.
