The Tool Of Choice



In a tool store, inside a cardboard and plastic case, hanging on a lamp, was a screwdriver, it was the latest model that had been brought to market, its handle was painted in bright colors that made it quite striking. When night fell and all the people left the store, the tools began to talk... Today an electrician came and watched me for several minutes, I'm sure that as soon as I raise the money he will come to buy me, he talked excitedly about the toolbox .

Well today 10 of my screwdriver brothers were sold, surely it won't be long before someone buys from me, we are the newest and most beautiful tools in the whole store, said the proud screwdriver. And he was right, the next day a family man, one of those who like to do a little of everything and who would not hire a plumber or an electrician until they were sure that they had left without remedy what they wanted to fix by themselves with such a After saving a few cents, he made it to the store. The man was looking for a new screwdriver and our proud friend turned out to be the lucky one ... on the way to his new home he was thinking about all the screws he would screw or unscrew. After all, he had been made to do that and she was excited to fulfill his destiny.

They all look terrible, I am definitely the most beautiful tool my master has, I don't think I would struggle to become his favorite screwdriver--our friend thought, however he started looking for his competition, where were the other screwdrivers?, no could find them. After a few minutes of searching, the wrench informed him that there were no more screwdrivers, the only one was broken and that is why the owner had to buy another one. The wrench's words reassured the screwdriver, he would be the favorite and he would have no competition. In a short time he began his work, one day to remove the screws from an electrical contact, the next to disassemble the iron and so the life of the screwdriver passed, there was a day when the master was painting some windows and wanted to stir the paint, the only tool that was near the master was the screwdriver so he took it, put it in the paint can and began to stir. The screwdriver was confused, he was not made for that, he was a SCREWDRIVER not a revolver, when he took it out of the can it was all stained with paint and that did not like a screwdriver so proud of his appearance.

-- I hope it doesn't take long before my master washes me, I don't want to look like this for the rest of my life, however that day never came and he had to live forever stained. On another occasion, the owner was nailing some wood, when he only needed to place a nail, he realized that the hammer was some distance away, so he took the screwdriver and used its handle as a hammer.

The screwdriver felt pain, the blows left some marks and its appearance had deteriorated even more and so the days went by, sometimes it served as a spatula, others as a hammer or a lever, on one occasion it even served as a flagpole for the son of his master played soldier, one day he realized that the colors that caused him so much pride could no longer be distinguished among so many scratches, dents and stains, but it was the only one so he did not have to worry... 

Coincidentally that the same day its owner arrived with a new screwdriver, a new model with even more colorful colors than the ones he had had when it was new... our friend got worried, He's not going to use me anymore, now he's going to be the favorite screwdriver, he looks much better than me -- our friend got a big surprise the next day when he realized that his master was still using it in his daily tasks. Our friend did not understand what was happening, every day his appearance was worse, every day he was more mistreated, on the other hand his rival looked totally new, beautiful and full of color, he simply could not understand what was happening, why did he have so much job and the other screwdriver didn't?, he was soon filled with envy.

I do all the work and that's why I look so horrible, my body is tired, instead you don't do anything and that's why you look so beautiful, it's not fair! he yelled desperately at the other screwdriver, in that his master's voice was heard talking to another person... But I still don't have money, what do you want me to cover my debt with?... You can give me something in exchange for the money, for example you toolbox...The tool master walked over to the box and pulled out his old, stained, battered screwdriver and said out loud, "This screwdriver is the only thing I'm keeping, it's my favorite, it's served me well." for many things, the rest of the tools are yours".


The heart of the old screwdriver was filled with joy, could understand that he was never the favorite because of his appearance but because of all the work he had done for his master, remembering everything he had done since leaving the store, he realized that it had not only served to put and remove screws but that it had served for many other things that he never imagined and that thanks to all that, his master took a greater appreciation for him. When you are tired, sleepless or sick and you see that you are the one who has worked the most for the only owner that all of us have, do not get angry with the one who looks clean, healthy and not very tired, on the contrary, feel happy because you are the favorite, yes suddenly what happens to you happens to the screwdriver, that you receive blows, scratches, mistreatment or work, tiredness, worries, problems and responsibilities with which others do not have to live, then rejoice that you are God's favorite tool because just like the screwdriver in the story, you can be sure that on the day of truth you will be one of those selected to stay forever to accompany him at home. The key is to always be willing to work for God in whatever God asks of you, no matter if that is what you prepared yourself for and no matter how hard you have worked for Him... On the contrary, worry if you look good because you have never been used to work for Him.
 
loosely translated from spanish to english
from: positvemessages.net


 
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God Blesses Many Things



Dear God, Every evening
As I'm lying here in bed,
This tiny little prayer
Keeps running through my head.

God bless my mom and dad
And bless my little pup,
And look out for my sister
When things aren't looking up.

And God, there's one more thing
I wish that You could do,
Hope You don't mind me asking
But please bless my computer too?

Now I know that's not normal
To bless a motherboard,
But please listen just a second
While I explain to You, some more.

You see, that little metal box
Holds more to me than odds and ends,
Inside those small compartments
Rest a hundred of my "best friends!"

I know for sure they like me
By the kindness' they give,
And this little scrap of metal
Is how I travel to where they live.

By faith is how I know them
Much the same as You,
I share in what life brings them
From that our friendship grew.

So please take an extra minute
From Your duties up above,
To bless this scrap of metal
That's filled with so much love!  

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Dear God, Every evening As I'm lying here in bed, This tiny little prayer Keeps running through my head. God bless my mom...