“Stand in the ways and see, and ask for the old paths,
where the good way is, and walk in it;
Then you will find rest for your souls,”
Thus says the Lord. ~Isaiah 6:16
If I was a bird, I’d fly to the sea
I’d let my wings hover dangerously close to the water
The beach breezes would carry me effortlessly, no flapping required
I’d fly and fly and fly
When night came, I’d nestle down beside a cool sand dune and rest,
Knowing that tomorrow, I’d do it again.
c2015 Lisa Lyons
Have a wonderful weekend! Slainte, Lisa
“But they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” ~Isaiah 40:31
Sometimes, in the journey through life, we have to coast down the hill for a while, in order to gain the strength to climb again. When the steps are too painful, we rest, we roll down an easier way, we breathe. And pray for the strength, the determination, the faith that things will turn around. God is good; He never changes; He never leaves. And He will blow His mighty wind beneath my wings as I rest until I can fly again. Slainte, Lisa
…Great violinist Itzhak Perlman had polio as a child and walks with crutches and braces on both legs. Instead of arranging to be seated on stage at the beginning of his performance, he chooses to walk across the stage methodically and slowly to his chair. Then he sits down, puts his crutches on the the floor, undoes the clasps on his legs, bends down, picks up the violin, nods to the conductor and proceeds to play.
In 1995, a string on Perlman’s violin suddenly snapped in concert, and everyone in the audience heard it. The great virtuoso stopped and gazed at the broken string….those in attendance wondered what he would do. Perlman closed his eyes and signaled the conductor to begin again…..Perlman recomposed the piece in his head as he went along, inventing new fingering positions to coax never before-heard sounds from his three stringed violin.
The sophisticated New York audience watched and listened in awe, knowing they were witnessing a truly groundbreaking performance. When the piece was over, Mr. Perlman smiled, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said in a soft tone, “You know, sometimes it is the artist’s task to find out how much music you can still make with what you have left.”
~Excerpt from A Place of Healing by Joni Eareckson Tada