Tired this morning, thinking of where this new year will take us.
A new year,
a new path to hold the grass down on
Life so dear
to be explored to the next distant dawn
There is fear
of so many things one can’t seem to control
And my Peers
most still welcome, but some become so droll
There’ll be tears
for pain is now my constant companion true
My time is near
and I’m tired of the long road, and all I do
Age, it sears
leaving you weary of the length of the road
Memories veer
and we drift off course from the soul’s load
While working my way through graduate school, I taught five-string banjo in a music store. The job provided me with the opportunity to buy a brand-new, professional-quality instrument for nearly half-price.
That was over 30 years ago, and that banjo has accompanied me on ministry efforts around the world. But despite its excellent craftsmanship, eventually it needed to be refurbished. A master repairman pointed out how imperfections had worn into the banjo. He was confident that his repairs would result in the instrument sounding better than new.
I wasnt disappointed. The action on the strings and the clarity of the sound are astonishingly superior to its original condition when I purchased the instrument.
In a way, our lives are like musical instruments intended for the praise of the glory of [Gods] grace (Eph. 1:6). But over time, life wears us down. Our hearts cry out for renewal. The psalmist prayed: Will You not revive us again? (Ps. 85:6). The Hebrew word for revive means not only to restore and refresh but also to repair.
Its vital that we submit our souls to the Masters restorative touch. Why not set aside some time for spiritual retreat, and ask the Lord to repair your heart?
Yhis is so sad! Good morning, Johnn.
The neighborhood tame wild turkey is posturing for my kitten. He ALMOST had his tail feathers fully up..the first time I’ve seen him do that. He fascinates my kitties.
Hugs to you and Nan.