Do You Play?

This Post is dedicated to Mrs. Sawyer, my violin teacher. Thank you for investing the violin into my lifesong.

One of my very first memories was my mother taking me to see a film. I was only three years old, and she was not sure I would even sit through the whole thing!  We went to see The Sound of Music. My mother said I did not move a muscle and she knew then and there that music was going to be a big part of my life. In the second grade, we were “tested for musical inclination.” I “qualified” and soon I was squeaking out Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star on my small scale violin.  I played all the way through high school in the orchestra and loved every minute of it!

Music has long been one primary venues God uses to reach my heart, to teach me, to call me to worship, to engage my deepest love. The life style changes of this disease challenges the song in my heart. Honestly, the growing pains hurt. It was a tough weekend, so I picked up Streams in the Desert (Thank you dear friend that dropped this at our door!) by L.B. Cowman. September 28, page 367. . .

Streams in the Desert, Cowman begins. . .In me . .peace (John 16:33)  And this is the story he shared. . .

“Paganini, the great Italian violinist, once stepped on stage only to discover there was something wrong with his violin, just as the audience was ending their applause. He looked at the instrument for a moment and suddenly realized it was not his best and most valuable one. In fact, the violin was not his at all. Momentarily he felt paralyzed, but he quickly returned to his audience, telling them there had been some mistake and he did not have his own violin. He stepped back behind the curtain, thinking he must have left his backstage, but discovered that someone had stolen his and left the inferior one in it’s place. After remaining behind the curtain for a moment, Paganini stepped onstage again to speak to the audience. He said, ‘Ladies and Gentlemen, I will now demonstrate to you that the music is not in the instrument but in the soul.’ Then he played as never before, and beautiful music flowed from that inferior instrument until the audience was so enraptured that their enthusiastic applause nearly lifted the ceiling of the concert hall.  He had indeed revealed to them that the music was not in his instrument but in his own soul!”  End Quote

The instrument of my life, my body is broken. I still have a life song to sing, I just have to be willing to allow God to write the song.  We are moving one note at a time, but in His Hands, it will be worthy.  I’m going to stop short here, because I think this needs to be chapter in, Living with the Hourglass. . .the book, I’m playing with. . .But I just had to share that incredible story with you. . .And encourage you to play your lifesong. . .in any life circumstance. . .twe


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2 thoughts on “Do You Play?

  1. I love how you have dedicated each blog post to someone and mentioned it in the start itself 🙂
    A very positive and inspiring note…Think I shall follow it too from my next post onwards!
    great idea, thanks for sharing 🙂


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