He gave me a pen. After the glorious millennium of creating my soul to fit perfectly in His woven tapestry of existence, He gave me a pen. Before the womb welcomed me into this evil place of fire and brimstone, of regimes and oil wells, He simply gave me a pen. He placed in my heart words of promise and wisdom, pleasure and pain; words of triumph and words steeped in struggle and tears that bring a bitter elixir to the lips. From my pen I can reign as the sublime prince awaiting the inheritance of the kingdom of Heaven or I can wrestle Life in the tattered clothing of paupers and hide my face as lepers. The pen was given in grace and etched with authority; responsibility crowns my pen and Light pervades its ink. The slow motion of pen dancing atop rugged papyrus succeeds the jagged tools and poisonous inks that transform pyramid walls from earthen easels to Life-soaked canvasses of past and future. All roads lead unto death when I travel from the East and forsake the pen He has meticulously chosen to fit perfectly in my calloused hands as the moon gently calls the tide to wash away the footprints of my existence. The pen comforts in the days of my youth and rewrites the glory in my final hour. His Spirit surrounds the pen and grants wishes and honor. I am blessed because He gave me a pen.
Of course it felt like Monday. The chaos that normally ensues when you hit the jobsite was obvious today. Things were not going well. Things were late…jobs were not being done properly, but I pressed on as the minutes turned into hours. The stress of the morning was oppressive. The stress of the afternoon was even more stifling. But count it all joy. Normally the end of the week is smooth sailing. But normal is a cruel friend that only seems to show up when you don’t need him. I had to take a moment to just breathe and relax. In that moment God gave me a reminder – this job, this life, your assets are His gifts. God has allowed me to be in this position during this season and He is controlling this job. He gave it to me and in His wisdom He can take it away. It’s easy to stress or become frustrated over things that you think you control. But when you realize that you are where you are not because of your intelligence or hardwork or strength or resolve, then the picture becomes...
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