I watched my son as he did his work today, struggling yet persisting with this pencil. I asked if he wouldn’t like to use one of the new ones I bought to replace this old one. He refused, in fact, he adamantly resisted the idea.
“Silly, stubborn boy,” I thought.
I continued to watch him and then stopped when I suddenly saw myself. God prevail in me to throw away all of the old pencils in my life, and use the new He gave me, that sits there waiting for me, waiting for me to discard the old one.