All posts tagged soul

On a Positive Note

Published February 22, 2016 by Healthy Living with nature

Purposeful Positivity

I love being positive. It’s good for the soul. Today I was looking for birthday verses and found this nifty little gem of positivity I’d love to share with you:

How could one not be positive with this little bit of nonsense to lead the way?

Naturally…. my word for today is… “POSITIVE!”

I WILL live in joy!


Refreshingly Refreshing

Published October 29, 2015 by Healthy Living with nature

                   Take Time……. to LOVE!

I found this poem in”Splashes of Joy in the the cesspool of life by Barbara Johnson. It’s is an oldie which I have read many times and it still manages to bring a tear to my eyes.

The Old Violin

‘Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer

Thought it scarcely worth his while

To waste much time on the old violin,

 But held it up with a smile.

“What am I bidden, good folks ?” he cried,

Who’ll start the bidding for me?

A dollar, a dollar-now two, only two –

Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

Three dollars once, three dollars twice,

Going for three” – but no!

From the room far back a grey – haired man

Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then wiping the dust from the old violin,

And tightening up all the strings,

He played a melody pure and sweet,

As sweet as an angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,

With a voice that was quiet and low,

Said,” what am I bid for the old violin?”

And he held up the bow,

“A thousand dollars- who’ll make it two?

Two thousand – and who’ll make it three?

Three thousand once and three thousand twice –

 And going and gone, ” said he.


The people cheered and some of them cried,

“We do not understand

What changed its worth ?” The man replied:

“The touch of a master’s hand.

 And many a man with a life out of tune,


And battered and torn with sin,


Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd,

 Much 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’s wrought

By the touch of the Master’s hand.

Myra Brooks Welch 5

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder.

And no matter how battered and old, the “Master” is not finished yet.

Soul Searching

Published September 5, 2013 by Healthy Living with nature

No Time, No Time….


I knelt to pray, but not for long.

 I had too much to do.

 I had to hurry and get to work, 

For bills would soon be due.

So I knelt and said a hurried prayer

 And jumped up off my knees. 

My Christian duty was now done.

 My soul could rest at ease….

All day long I had no time 

To spread a word of cheer.

 No time to speak of God to friends.

 They’d laugh at me I fear.

No time! No time! TOO MUCH TO DO!

 That was my constant cry, 

No time to give to souls in need

But…. at last the time to die.

 I went before the Lord,

 I came, I stood, with downcast eyes.

For, in His hands God held a book,

 It was the book of life.

God looked into His book and said:

“Your name I could not find.

I was going to write it down….

 But, I never found the time.”