I am only a pencil in the Hand of God; He is the one who writes. –Mother Teresa
I was watching the movie made about Mother Teresa recently and found the above statement hit me profoundly. She could have used the tool pen instead of pencil. A pen’s ink lasts longer than a pencil’s lead as well as having the actual tool last longer as well. Pens are easier to repair and if they are made of truly wonderful materials they can last for centuries.
Pencils, on the other hand, don’t last quite so long, especially if they are used often. They wear down or break until they are gone and you can’t repair them.
But in a way the fleeting nature of this tool can have all the more to it because of what it can do in the amount of time it has.
Days dragging onward
Even as I move forward
Finding little reprieve
Endlessly I grieve
Never letting go
Don’t stop, I’ve far to go
Only by moving day to day
Finding the will to find the way
For with all I will give my might
Especially when everything becomes tight
Not going to give up as you can tell
Don’t even think of dropping the bell
Have you ever stopped to think
Or taken a moment to ponder
Maybe realizing that you live
Ever on someone else’s wonder
Left by yourself you wouldn’t have
Even so small as a box to live in
So keep in mind there’s more than just you
Seeking out for others to give to
Some of us would have no home save for the family that takes us in. We must remember to not complain, then, when things don’t go the way we want them to.
Life doesn’t really go as planned, and, in fact, I believe that life likes to laugh especially hard at those who think they are in control.
We often believe that we do not deserve a second (or third or fourth or hundredth) chance. And we’re mostly right. We don’t deserve it by our own rules and laws and things.
But this life isn’t just about our rules and our beliefs, no, this life is also about discovering the belief or values of the Lord.
We may not think or believe we deserve the good in our lives, but He does think, know that we deserve it because He knows who we really are and who we can become.
It’s not about what we think we deserve, it’s about what He knows we deserve because He was the one who paid the price for us to receive it in the first place.
That doesn’t mean there won’t be conditions that we have to meet, but the fact that it’s even offered in the first place is often the most wondrous thing of all.
Can you stand upon the shoulders of those before you?
Reaching up higher for more to do?
Even as others pull and push
Especially those who would see you land on your tush
Don’t let others tell you what to think, even when you’re teetering on the brink
Gone is the feeling of apathy
Unless it continues to war with empathy
Not certain which will win
So caught up within
How can people continue to move?
Only to not know what to do?
The moment has come, what will I become?
Each momentous decision or feeling that you didn’t expect can have the same power as a gunshot.
Both in this life and in the next
Relish the small and simple things we will
Even as we disregard their importance at the moment
Very soon we will wish to live again in that minute
Innocent of things to come after
There is more to life than the past, however
You would do well to remember that
Things are more the precious for the brevity of them in our lives, knowing that we can cherish things for but a small moment before they are lost to the ravages of time help us to recognize their importance in the here and now.
If only we actually remembered that in the moment itself.