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(Read The New Box of Crayolas below first) 

A while ago I posted about new boxes of Crayolas. My thought processes have continued and really went a different direction than I originally thought they would. I ordered the biggest box of Crayolas online that I could. 120 brand new, perfectly pointed, clean Crayolas! The only thing that didn’t happen was their arrival in a big box of tiered rows. There is just something that is totally perfect about  120 brand new Crayolas, perfectly pointed and clean, in a new tiered box. All the colors show so prettily! Actually these arrived in several smaller boxes inside of a rectangularly cubed shaped box very similar to a first grader’s pencil box. So the new Crayolas with the perfect points and all clean paper wrappers are in a box but you cannot see all the colors at the same time. So, I guess they are just almost totally perfect!

That is how we are when we come into the world at birth. Just like a a new Crayola! After we go through some of life we get broken. Our paper becomes torned. Our points get worn down. We just are not perfect anymore. But in the right hands–the hands of an artist–we can still make beautiful color!

A few years ago on QVC, they were demonstrating a product by Crayola that would allow you to take your broken Crayolas and put them in this little machine on a tray that when heated would melt the broken Crayolas and then you could tilt the tray and the melted wax would pour into a mold. When the wax cooled, you could open the mold and pop out brand new perfectly formed Crayolas. Like all their past trials had been forgiven and they were like new again. I ordered two of the machines for me and my grandchildren and we have spent many hours making new Crayolas from the box of the broken up pieces. We mixed various colors together and created mixtures of beautiful colors that I am sure even the company Crayola would be proud of.

It has occured to me that we are like Crayolas–we come out of the new box all  totally perfect and clean. Even when we get all broken up, we can be used for good if those around us will let us. But the most amazing thing is that God can take the broke  pieces of our life and remold then, and interweave special gifts with them and make them like new, almost perfect again, with totally perfect points, clean, and ready to use again. (I John 1:11-13)

There is a praise hymn written in the early ’70’s by Bill and Gloria Gaither that fits here:

Something Beautiful

Something beautiful

Something good

All my confusion He understood.

All I had to offer Him was brokenedness and strife

And He made something beautiful of my life!

In the first part of my thinking I said that I thought Crayolas were the best crayons.  Like Hallmark’s motto: When you care enough to send the very best…

That is what God does!


I have always loved to color. Even now I love to color. It is all I can do to remember to let the grandchildren color on the kiddie menus at restaurants. I want to color!

Maybe I am purist because I don’t like to color with any crayons except Crayolas. The others are simply not the same. The bigger the box the better! I remember that were always the boxes with eight rather basic colors. Then, there were boxes of sixteen crayons–two rows. Then there were boxes of sixty-four crayons–four rows. But the most wonderful thing was the box with one hundred twenty-eight perfectly made crayons. You could open the box–a new box and see total perfection. One hundred twenty eight different crayons! One hundred twenty-eight different colors! Each perfectly made. Each sticking out the very same distance from the box in perfectly tiered rows. I use the word perfect or a version of it over and over because in the mind of me–a child with not a lot material things any size box of new Crayolas was perfect, but the 128 count box was total perfection.

It was because of this big box of Crayolas that I immediately knew the color of the water out from our liani on Oahu in Hawaii, It was the first time I had ever seen azure in person. The name is almost as beautiful as the color. 

There is more coming. It is in my heart and my head. I just need time to get it out in the right order….
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