“Life is like playing a violin solo in public and learning the intrument as one goes on.” Samuel Butler from Chapter 10 “The Life of a Storyteller” from Annette Simmons “The Story Factor.”
She cuts hair and her words cut my heart. And I listen to the story. Someone has released a colony of bees in my insides, the buzz and sting compete with the sweet honey making in one stirring moment.
I hear the happy. But I process the other.
There is a man who has walked this earth for close to a half of a century. He just connected with his birthmother. Worlds and emotions collide. And the telling is a beautiful mix of God and man and life and living.
In a flash of living a man with a mother now has two.
Hearts and life and souls and God are on a course moving foward and the lines of grace and redemption criss cross like the tracks of zipper teeth.
A forward moving narrative.
She cuts my hair. Her words cut my heart. Because I have a child with a birth mother. And so I release the possibilities of circumstance and discovery in his life. She cuts my hair and the story cuts deep my momma heart.
And the story is being written.
There are chapters and pages and lines with hurt, in my own. Wet smears the line of the ink still wet. Dries in a blur. But dries nonetheless. And the pages stay in. There is no ripping or removal. It all stays in.
The beautiful bound spine can contain both and.
Remember, praying, while healing.
And the violin solo, played in public only gets more beautiful with each note, with grace like resin on the squeeky bow. With grace like resin smoothing the out of tune and the parts that sound off key, seeming beautiful in the learning of the living. Seeming beautiful in the practice done on the life stage. There is no rehearsal.
And yesterday’s story and today’s story are bound in guilded gold, saved and savored, while remembering, praying and healing.
The same salt that enhances flavor and adds to, can rub in a wound, or help make an icy road passable. Or bring a non-believer toward a Jesus Follower questionning the beautiful, questionning the story, seeking to know more.
Or in excess make us thirsty, with a thirst that feels unquenchable in the longing for wet to hit the parched, the dry, the brittle.
Releasing the thoughts of my adoptive son seeking his birth mother in a one day page of his story, and hoping that when that chapter is written on our pages, we will pray, while remembering, pray while healing, and pray in our forward living.
And God, tosses mercy, like coins in the velvet-lined violin case of the sidewalk city soloist. His gentle affirmation, His constant love. He listens in love. And finds the story of the soloist, beautiful. And sings the chorus of grace.
Amazing, how sweet, it saves.
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elizabeth w. marshall 
Your words a like a painting on canvas… beautifully portraying life on many levels just as a painter paints many levels of paint to express a picture finished.
I am overwhelmed by your generosity.
Your words stir me! Thank you for sharing the sweetness and stings of your own heart as well.
Its a beautiful gift having you here. I am humbled by your words and the gift of your presence.
beautiful! wonderful post, love reading about the stories, the parables and the love you share. Thanks DAF
Thanks DAF. Thank you boatloads.
“With grace like resin smoothing the out of tune and the parts that sound off key, seeming beautiful in the learning of the living.” So much packed into that thought! Thanks so much for linking up today. 🙂
Thanks for your hospitality and for reading. I am grateful and humbled.
Beautiful, beautiful…
Thank you for your kind and generous words and for you time spent here following and reading. GIft. Precious gift.
Oh my mother heart throbs for you. for this. for Him… friend. so poignant. this wonder and anticipation…. I have no words and yet, I want to give you a hug… {{SQUEEZE}}
Praying with you, that we can let God write the stories, and then leave the pages intact.
He always writes beautiful ones, and His timing to the chapter and verse is perfect, each and every time.He is the Author and Editor. What grace He grants. Thanks for your visit and your prayers. Every page, a guilded golden edge. Loved YOUR words today, friend.
Dear Elizabeth,
I don’t know where to begin but your words are full of poetry and His beauty in your heart…”with grace like resin”…you create such a tapestry with your words…praying God continues to heal your mama heart…Hugs, my friend 🙂 It would be wonderful to meet you in RL one day as you said on my blog 🙂
These words sing to me so sweetly, just rocking in the gentle arms of your words here.
How you are the salt, my friend. Our teacher today reminded us that salt is also an agent of change. If you add it to water it changes its boiling point. If you add it to ice, it causes melting. I wonder how we–as God’s salt–have changed our worlds? I read your words and I see the great power of love–how it transforms. God holds all the days in HIs hands. Praying with you. Love to you.
I am overwhelmed by your words. And that is good. So much blesses in them. Did I say thank you for being here? Thank you for prayers and presence. Love back your way.