Invisible Ink

With grandparents in Baton Rouge and in Kansas, we traveled frequently from my hometown of Alexandria, Louisiana to visit them. My dad taught us the A-Z Road Sign game and Twenty Questions while Mom would load my sister and me down with travel games like Car Bingo and Invisible Ink books.

I loved those books!

All it took was a swipe of that magic pen with the orange cap to illuminate the answers to such games as Fleet, Hangman, and Bingo.

I saw one in the gift shop at Cracker Barrel the other day and started thinking about how we sometimes feel invisible. We feel unloved, unnoticed, or unappreciated by the world, or worse, by those around us. We wonder if there’s any real purpose for our lives.


In fact, the Lord plainly tells us that He has a plan for each of us. (Jeremiah 29:11) He also tells us that He knows us so well that even the hairs on our head are numbered. (Luke 12:7)¬†We aren’t invisible to the Lord.

If we have the light of Christ in us, we will not be invisible to others because our light will so shine before men. (Matthew 5:16)

Are you shining before men or has your ink dried out?

We used to have to buy a new book before we’d done all the pages because those pens would always dry out first. I’m sure it was a design flaw because as I got older they started including two pens in each book. That didn’t stop me from blaming my little sister though. We always look for someone to blame.

Sometimes it’s no-one’s fault. Sometimes it’s our own.

But at NO TIME does it matter. If we’ve allowed our ink to dry out or our light to be snuffed out, then we just have to call on Him to restore.

No new book is needed. No blame either. Just us…and Him. He IS our magic invisible ink pen.



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