By the time I decided I wanted to learn how to play, the violin up in the attic was old and worn. The shiny finish on top was gone, a slight crack had developed in its left side and the hair on the bow was off. My aunt, who was a gifted musician, was excited that I wanted to learn to play, so she took the violin to a shop to be fixed. It was repaired, but in my hands did not make beautiful music because I did not know how to tune and play it yet. I joined the orchestra at my school and began learning for the next four years.
When the violin and bow was repaired, I learned how to tune it, finger placement and how to glide the bow over the strings, music began to appear.
Pondering. . . I believe we can become like the old violin in the attic, worn down, shine gone, no zing left in our spirit. But God is a fine tuner, who can come in and begin to do a work in us. We may feel tension just as the violin strings have to be pulled to be put in tune. The tightening and stretching we feel in our lives may not be pleasant, but necessary for the music to come back again. We may want to resist the fine tuning, but we musn’t if we want to shine once more. It is for our benefit and for others if we so choose to share. The music built into us is our testimony. Testimonies and music are meant to be shared.
Don’t you know when we give our testimony and give God the glory, it’s like a beautiful symphony to His ears? So let the fine tuning begin and let the music soar!
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