This is my mother’s cut glass bowl, filled with sweetpea flowers from her garden. They smell and look beautiful!
This week’s postcard is this violin.
This instrument is completely beautiful, a piece of art in its own right.
Craftsman made; carefully designed and created with a specific task in mind. A piece of art and a piece of engineering. Each part is doing a job and the whole is tuned and ready.
And yet, until it is resting on the shoulder of the master musician, and surrendering to the tune that he chooses to play, it cannot achieve its full potential.
So often we fight back, unable to trust and rest, unwilling to surrender to the tune the master wants to play with our lives. While we are wrestling we are still beautiful, still the work of a master craftsman, still treasured by him; but when we rest on his shoulder, and he turns his face to us and lifts his bow- then we become what we were always intended to be.
I rest here on your shoulder confident in you my maker, my friend
I rest here on your shoulder laying down my right to wield the bow or write the tune I rest here confident, assured knowing that the song you have in mind for me will be the one my heart was made to sing