Am I depressed? Do I only see the things I cannot do? Or, am I thankful for my skills, my friends, and the beauty around me?

Am I depressed? Do I only see the things I cannot do? Or, am I thankful for my skills, my friends, and the beauty around me?

Piercing blue eyes looked back at him in the mirror. There’s too much gray. I look old. I wish I didn’t have to do this. I hope I don’t get kicked. Maybe I should put some pads underneath my jeans and teeshirt. Naw, that would look stupid. I feel stupid enough. Let’s get this over with.

John picked up his violin and walked out the door.

In no time, John walked to the interior of a busy train station. He listened to the trains starting and stopping. The overhead voices guiding people to the right tracks. People drinking oceans and oceans of coffee and running to the bathrooms.

Well, here’s the spot.

John opened up his violin case and left it open on the floor in front of him. He picked up his violin which revealed a “Donations Welcome” sign. He pulled out his bow.

Sweat beaded as John played hour after hour. Some clapped lightly. A few families stopped briefly and listened. Most didn’t even know he was there even though they passed within ten feet. However, there were those couple of policemen that were leaning against a pole a little ways away and watching him with some interest.

Finally John got up the courage and looked into his violin case. Four dollars and thirty two cents. That’s really insulting. I might as well stop. I have a couple of hours to clean up before I play again.

John went back home, took a long shower, and groaned loudly. Oh does that feel good. Thank you God for warm water. John stepped out, toweled off, groomed, and put on his tux.

An hour later John was standing in front of one of the premier symphonies in the country. People cheered wildly as the first violinist weaved the same intricate melodies that he had played only hours earlier. No one noticed him in the train terminal. Everyone noticed him now.

After the concert, John met the researcher. “It went just like you said. I never would have believed it if I hadn’t seen it for myself. It’s truly amazing how much is right in front of us that we just don’t see. By the way, thanks for the police.”

Photo Source: EarthRandom.com
Photo Source: EarthRandom.com

Just like a tree can filter the light, the earth is filled with beauty that we miss every day because we’ve simply filtered it out.

Do I feel anger with all of the nasty traffic? Or, do I notice the beauty of the forest that I am driving through?

Do I judge people just because they look and act differently? Or, do I see that everyone is a genius at something.

Do I go though life thinking that God isn’t there and doesn’t care? Or, do I look at what He has promised to me and look for His answers.

Am I depressed because all I see are the great things that I cannot do? Or, do I listen to what Mother Teresa used to say, “do little things with great love. If you can’t do them with great love, do them with a little love. If you can’t do them with a little love, do them anyway. Love grows when people serve.”

John 20:14-16 “Having said this, she turned around and saw Jesus standing, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, “Woman, why are you weeping? Whom are you seeking?” Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, “Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.” Jesus said to her, “Mary.” She turned and said to him in Aramaic, “Rabboni!” (which means Teacher).”

Just because we don’t see Him, doesn’t mean He’s not there – remember the wind.
Be intentionally thankful for the skills we do have.
Be intentionally thankful for our friends.
Be intentionally thankful for the beauty around us.

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