His Tool

I layed in bed last night thinking about writing, but decided not to get up, just fall asleep. I hope that it wasn't God calling. I have been in a battle with my friend and her anxiety. I'm trying not to get sucked in. I'm trying to pull her out. It is an exhausting tug of war, but "I am able to do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Let me mention, that I am not doing any work. I honestly have nothing to boast about of myself. We start talking about Jesus and I will boast and show the pride I have as being His servant.
I was thinking about being His tool last night, before drifting off to sleep. I concluded that I'm not a hammer, wrench, or screwdriver. Those tools didn't seem to fit what I do. I am the needle and these words are the thread. When the work is done and the project complete, God's work is beautiful. Notice that I didn't say I'm a seamstress. God is putting the stitches in the fabric exactly where He wants them. I am His tool. He is making His pattern. How great to be His needle. I guess that it would be the same to say that I am His pen, but I like the needle analogy a bit more.
God is amazing. I've been thinking about some songs that help me with my story. If you have any to add, please send me a message with the song's title.