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Fit as a Fiddle

Fit as a Fiddle

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Fit as a FiddleIf your doctor declares you fit as a fiddle, that’s good. You’re healthy.

If anyone says he’s fit as a fiddle, he means:

  • I’m great.
  • I couldn’t be better.
  • I’m quite well, thank you.

My father taught himself to play a fiddle when I was a small child. People with a non-bluegrass music background may not know that fiddle is another name for violin. The music style makes it different.

Bluegrass music has an Irish, Scottish, and English background. This traditional music style grew in the Appalachian region of the United States. It remains popular among many people today.

In the attached video, ten-year old Carson Peters tells Ricky Skaggs the difference in a violin and fiddle. He also plays and sings a bluegrass music favorite, “Blue Moon of Kentucky.”

In addition to playing a fiddle, my father loved to play with words. He had several expressions similar to fit as a fiddle.  My favorite: If I were any better, there would have to be two of me.

Whether we play a fiddle or not, why not seek a lifestyle that makes us fit as a fiddle?

“Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you” (3 John 1:2 NIV).

How do you tell people you’re fit as a fiddle?

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Rise and Shine

Rise and Shine

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Rise and Shine
Courtesy of Jeri Stone

“Rise and shine! Day has broken!” Regardless of the circumstances, that was our father’s morning wake-up call. Who needed an alarm clock with Dad around?

His greeting came:

  • After dates
  • After slumber parties
  • On weekends
  • On holidays
  • Every single day

Friends might sleep until noon, but not us. We crawled out of bed. Dad said it was time to face the day, so we faced the day. At times we:

  • Muttered under our breath
  • Wanted to throw a pillow at him
  • Wondered how any sane person could be cheerful that early

Nevertheless, Dad said to rise and shine. Rise we did. Shine … not so often.

I now know Dad didn’t always feel that cheerful either. But whether he felt it or not, he said it.

The message we received from that daily ritual included more than, “Get up you sleepyheads.” Dad was telling us:

  • Every day’s an adventure. Don’t waste it.
  • We have much to do. Let’s do it.

Of course, Dad was right. Every day holds adventure. To see it, we must open our eyes. To make the most of it, we have to open our hearts.

“Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the LORD rises upon you” (Isaiah 60:1 NIV).

Did your Dad or Mom have a favorite expression? If so, I’d love to hear it.

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