This painting was created by my husband Ned on his iPad. He loves creating these pictures with his crafty stylus and the more he works at it the better he gets. I am sitting at the kitchen table at our daughter Jennifer’s home in Michigan while she is baking a cake for one of her friend’s baby shower. The smell of chocolate cake baking is filling my senses and when it is finished it will be a masterpiece. When we offer each day to, God we are offering Him our masterpiece of 24 hours. What do we give Him? So often I give Him a day filled with stress and worry. I have this tendency to give God a worry and then before you can sneeze I take it back. This poem, written by Myra Brooks describes what our Lord can do with us if we let Him.
‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer …Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin, But he held it up with a smile.
“What am I bidden, good folk?” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me?
“A dollar–a dollar–then two, only two–“Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?
“Going for three” – but no–
From the room far back, a grey-haired man came forward and picked up the bow,
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, And tightening the loosened strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer, With a voice that was quiet and low,
said, “Now what am I bid for the old violin?”
And he held it up with the bow.
“A thousand dollars–and who will make it two?
“Two thousand–and who will make it three?
“Three thousand once–three thousand twice–
“And going–and gone,” cried he.
The people cheered, but some of them cried,
“We do not understand.
“What changed its worth?
Quick came the reply, “The touch of the Master’s hand.”
And many a man with life out of tune,
And batters and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap, to a thoughtless crowd,
much like the old violin.
A “mess of pottage”—a glass of wine,
A game–and he travels on: He is going once–and going twice–
He is going once–and going twice–
He’s going–and almost gone!
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand
The worth of a soul that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.
He pointed to the masterpiece and said ” That is you dear child..never give up, or give in.” Jesus