Does the ink that flows through the cylinder portray a God that is compassionate, merciful, forgiving, and full of grace?
How often have I tainted the ink with my own self-righteous acidity? My own sense of what is fair and what is not fair? How often has the ink been more about me and my emotions?
Drip. Drip. Drip. Have acidic words corroded my tongue and my testimony?
Lord Jesus, please empty my pen of acidic ink and replace it with your ink.
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