Lesson Learned

"Sign on the line with the red X on it, " our financial advisor instructed me, sliding the paper in my direction.
I picked up the pen I'd grabbed from a large mug on our kitchen counter minutes before he arrived.
It moved haltingly across the paper as I signed the first of several papers I would be handed in succession.
"I write like an old woman," I moaned  aloud as I surveyed my shaky and spotty handwriting.
For the second signature, my husband handed me the pen HE was using.
It moved smoothly - confidently - across the line.
I sat back satisfied.  Relieved to recognize my own writing...
What a difference a good writing tool makes!
And why hang on to an inferior one when so many other perfectly fine ones sit waiting to be used?

Lesson learned.  Several, actually.

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Writing a Song a Week #3

Writing a Song a Week #3
♪ I wait for the Lord; my soul waits and in his word I hope. My soul waits for the Lord more than watchmen for the morning ♪ (Psalm 130:5-6)