To get warmed up, here is a beautiful story for you
The Touch of the Master's Hand
By Myra Brooks Welch
Dr. Hubert Davidson visited the noted poetess, Myra Brooks Welch, who perhaps is best known for her masterpiece, "The Touch of the Master's Hand".
As he turned to leave her home, Myra Welch patted the arm of her wheelchair and said, "And I thank God for this!" Imagine being grateful for a wheelchair! But her talent lay undiscovered prior to her wheelchair days.
Rather than becoming bitter, she chose to let her handicap make her better, and a wonderful ministry opened new doors for her.
'Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To spend much time on the old violin,
But he held it up with a smile.
"What am I bidden for this?" he cried.
"Who'll start the bidding for me?
A dollar--one dollar; then two--only two:
Two dollars are bidden; say three.
"Three dollars once: Three dollars twice:
Going for three!" But lo!
From the back of the crowd a gray-haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow.
Then, wiping the dust from the old violin
And tight'ning the loosened strings,
He played a melody passing sweet,
The kind that haunts and clings.
The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was soft and low,
Said, "Now what is bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.
"A thousand dollars: Who'll make it two?
Two--two thousand; say three!
Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Three thousand--gone!" said he.
The people cheered, but some exclaimed,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?" and the answer came:
"'Twas the touch of the master's hand."
And many a man with soul out of tune,
And battered and scarred by sin,
Is auctioned cheap by the thoughtless crowd,
Just like the old violin.
But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul, and the change that is wrought
By the touch of the Master's hand.
O Master! I am the tuneless one:
Lay, lay Thy hand on me.
Transform me now, put a song in my heart
Of melody, Lord, to Thee!
A life need not be great to be beautiful. There may be as much beauty in a tiny flower as in a majestic tree, in a little gem as in a great jewel.
A life may be very lovely and yet be insignificant in the world's eyes. A beautiful life is one that fulfills its mission in this world, that is what God made it to be, and does what God made it to do.
Those with only commonplace gifts are in danger of thinking that they cannot live a beautiful life--cannot be a blessing in this world. But the smallest life that fills its place well is beautiful in God's sight.
--Mrs. Charles Cowman