Usually, as a youngster at Christmas, a pen was among the presents. It may not have been THE present, but I remember it being exciting to try it out for the first time.
Parkers were highly desireable, but powerpoint pens felt special and different, and Tempo felt tips were quite luxurious to use.
When I used them for the first time, I felt I could write so neatly and perfectly – but it never quite came out the way I imagined.
Fountain pens were school pens, so not fun, and treated with the same respect as a biro. Quite useful for playing games like Stretch though, as they stuck well into the ground when you threw them.
It’s all the other way round now. I love writing with a fountain pen, with my three different left-handed styles, though the keyboard is actually the chosen literary instrument for most things.
You are a pen. A rather unique one. One that writes God’s story through your life. You may not like what you think it reads like, but God understands and sees what is being crafted through your weaknesses and failings, and being done eternally in your faith and faithfulness.
Write on, write on, in majesty!