Let go of the pencil

I glimpsed the great spiritual fact that no “good” is truly good “but the good God bestows.” 

One day when my daughter was about two years old, she toddled into the room holding a shiny yellow pencil with the sharp point up. Of course, I quickly took it away—or tried to. She held on to it tenaciously. At that moment, it was the most important thing in her life. When I finally was able to gently pry it out of her hand, she was devastated. Normally good-natured, she buried her face in the carpet and sobbed. 

I tried to explain that when she was a bit older, she could have all the pencils she wanted, and that pencils weren’t all that important anyway. This had no effect, and I realized there was nothing I could do but try to comfort her, knowing that she would realize the truth in her own time. A trivial incident, but perhaps one with a useful lesson. 

Many times I’ve felt that some object or job or relationship was essential to my happiness. Such things may seem far more important than a mere pencil, yet I’m not sure any of them were more important to me at a given moment than that shiny yellow pencil was to my daughter at that moment in her young life. 

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