Who Determines Your Worth?

The Touch of the Master’s hand by Myra B. Welch is one of my favorite poems. It’s about an old violin being sold at an auction. As the bidding started no one had much interest in the “battered and scarred” violin. Then from the back of the room a gray-haired man came forward. He picked up the violin dusted it off “and tightening the loosened strings” he played a sweet melody. After the music stopped the auction began again but this time the bidding was much higher. Some of the people couldn’t understand “What had changed it’s worth?”

This part hits so close to home for me and maybe it does the same for you. Perhaps there are times when you feel small or invisible. Those times when so much of who you are goes unnoticed yet your flaws and failures always seem to show up front and center for all the world to see. 

But the best part is the reply: What had changed it’s worth? It was “The Touch of the Master’s hand.”

So, when you’re ridiculed or ignored remember that you were created by the same hands that created the universe. God created you to be loved. He chose you and you are special to Him.  The best part of that truth is that no one’s perspective or opinions of you can ever take away your voice, your gifts or your worth.  

The poem continues “Many a man with a life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the 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 is wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.” 

I hope this blesses you today. 

Love,  Jess 


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