let me be a pencil


“I'm a little pencil in the hand of a writing God, who is sending a love letter to the world.”

 - Mother Theresa

Another stressful, uninteresting, and chaotic day lies ahead, but dear Mother Theresa has set words to the melody of my heart. Let me live this day with the mission of love. Let me reflect the light of love. Let me be a beacon of joy. Let me show the love of the Father to the world. 
Let me be a pencil. 

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