It is amazing how simple things can teach us important lessons. I learn lessons about life from everyday events and items. One such item was a box of crayons. My students threw crayons at each other a few days before schools was out, and needless to say, I was extremely angry. However, their actions following the “crayon incident” taught me a few things. Here are a few.
As I was taking pictures for my blog about Christian living, I looked at a box of crayons. I noticed something spectacular. The crayon box contain several different colors. I was thinking about my relationship with God, and it was then that I realized just how specific God is. He made each of us different. Just like the crayon box contained different colors, so do we. No two people are exactly alike. We each have our own special talents and gifts. We are wonderfully diverse like the different color crayons.
One crayon by itself can be fun. However, several crayons together help to create a beautiful picture. This picture can contain as many different colors as there are crayons. So, the crayons taught me that no man is an island. We all need each other. And, we can do so much more when we work together.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and with crayons, the beholder has several colors to choose from. A crayon box is alive with beauty. God made life like a crayon box. It is bursting with color and variety.
Broken, but Whole
When I dug into my son’s crayon box, I discovered that several of the crayons were broken. These broken crayons could be considered useless. However, I saw them differently. Broken crayons can be transformed into candles and other crafts. When I thought about this, I thought about how we are each like a crayon. The troubles of life can break us. They can take away our wholeness and beauty. I am so glad that God doesn’t see us as worthless and disposable. He can take our brokenness and make something beautiful. He is the potter and we are the clay. We are transformed at the Master Potter’s wheel.
So, as I held the box of crayons in my hand to snap a picture. They no longer became crayons. They became messengers from the Most High God. I saw lessons about life and God’s love in them.