What Is That You Have in Your Hand?
The pen sat on the carpeted floor, too heavy to lift. Tears streamed down my cheeks. For twenty minutes, I stared at it, sure I was unable to carry the weight of the mantle it represented. No, I wasn’t accepting a commission to lead millions out of Egypt into the Promised Land. Or was I? In my doubt, God pointed to my pen like He did with Moses’ staff in Exodus 4:2 and asked, “What is that you have in your hand?”