Worn-out Pastels

When I was in fourth grade, I joined an art contest in school. It was the first art contest I've ever joined. Unlike the competitors, I only knew the contest the day itself. I wasn't prepared. I didn't have all the materials to be used. But because of my determination, I walked through the corridors and rooms, trying to borrow some of their excess materials which I could use. Then someone handed me -  an old small box of pastel colors - almost used up, and some colors even missing. But with a big smile, I thanked the student for giving it to me. She told me she didn't need it anyway. As I ran back to the room, the contest has begun. Clutching my worn-out pastels, I asked God to help me do my work without running out of colors. Piece by piece, each pastel was, as if, dissolved in my hands. "You can make it." said the voice in my head. Finally, the contest was over. All contest presented their art work. "It's all up to you, Lord." I said. I gave my best, and almost nothing left from  the pastels. I tried not to look at the other participant's work, but I couldn't help it. "They're all nice." Maybe because of their materials; Maybe it added value to it. Judging came, and then awarding followed. Announcing the 3rd placer, it was given to me. As I went up the stage, I couldn't help out but exclaimed "Yes!"

My very first victory. Out of pure determination and faith to God. It wouldn't be possible if I hadn't given the worn-out pastels a try.