I’ve been using the same ballpoint pen for months now. It has simply become the first one I grab not because I’m attached to it, necessarily but because it is there and easy to get to. However, the other day it started to stop writing. I would be in the middle of a letter and there was no ink in the impression that was being left. I licked it, scribble on a scrap piece of paper and tried to write on the rubber on my shoe to “break loose” the ball. Ah, there it is, now that is more like it.
Uh oh, it is writing again. More scribbles and a few more lines of ink. This kept up for more than a week! Finally, I looked to see how full the ink was and there was plenty. So, I kept at it some more. Then it dawned on me; I have more pens, I don’t have to keep being frustrated with one that works sporadically!
That revelation was followed by another related to my spiritual life. Why do I put up with my familiar, sometimes broken way of dealing with life and circumstances? Those thoughts caused me to remember the riches of grace and how my Father owns the cattle on a 1000 hills. He also has provided life in abundance and everything I need for life and godliness. I don’t need to settle or get into same old ruts because God’s mercies are new every morning. What a great reminder. Now where did I put my new pen…