But not all strokes in life are good; in fact, most of them seem to be playful messes. This makes up the beauty of our existence. Keep up with the mess. For it is in being broken that we are fashioned to be a great healer. In this regard, like a pencil we are provided with a short rough rubbing rubber to delete and forgive whatever shortcomings, failures and misgivings that may have had in the messy journey we call life.
But why is it, the rubber is smaller and it in the most part runs out during our writing, drawing and marking. It is so to remind us that forgiveness is always divine, we forgive, and we forget, but it needs a great courage to heal after the hurt, it also takes greater courage to delete and to give second chances. Life could have been a great mess with its shattered and broken dreams after all, it is a beautiful life that we need to decipher and wide to erase the things that we need to unload and unlearn.
Most of all, we must keep up with the last worth and value in our lives. Remind ourselves, that pens are not writing things on their own. It is not able to stand and create any stroke in carbon hue all alone by itself.
Remember to keep this in mind. As any pencil can write, it only writes or leaves a mark because someone or something is holding it. Remember also we can be here to move and live and have our being because there is this one God who fashioned heaven and earth and how human life be of worth for himself, for others and for the rest of the world to give glory once again to the works of the finger of God’s right hand.
So, if this is the price of a life just like pencils have ever been, why do we have to work? Why are we assured of personal worth if everything is destined in the hand of the Almighty beyond heaven and earth? We are no creator of good, yet the loving Lord and Father of us all, He alone, is the wellspring of all that is good. In fact by the virtue of His being divine, he is truly, really and substantially Goodness himself.