I am scribbled on paper or typed on a processor.
I begin unkept and plain,
Raw and unsightly.
Although I’m comprised of numerous parts,
My whole is greater than my individuals.
If I were practiced by a patient, persevering hand,
I will show you another world,
Another eyes, another thought,
Another emotion, another heart,
Another struggle, another change.
I stitched my messages into the background,
Subtle, yet forthright;
They are intimate and dear.
And if you look closer,
They reflect the Creator’s hand.
I am a Craft.
Clarissa Choo is a vessel used for Christ’s glory. Although she has lived in four countries, Heaven is her only Home. She desires to sow His seeds and to serve third culture kids, teens, and writers. Besides writing, she loves to wash dishes, chop ingredients into smithereens, and record hymns on her piano. Peek into her Christian TCK Email Ministry or read more posts.