Threads Hold This Thing Together

Secret threads hold this thing together.
It was a conspicuously homemade coat of many colors. A coat fashioned from a boldly patterned plaid blanket woven with orange and green and gold.

In the deep hours finally quiet from four teenage children living loud, a mother bends low with machine and needle and tired eyes, creating so not to ruin surprise.

In the silence of the night with only the whirling of the sewing machine humming to her, she wonders if her girl, longing to find identity in her world, would react with delight or disappointment in this handmade offering. In the dim light as she threads needles, pulls out missed stitches, twists each knot, she longs to cloak her fragile wounded girl in love.

Is she confident the effort of love will eclipse the standards of her girl’s teenage world? She simply has to depend on the strongest thread of all. The one that stretches and frays as her girl strains to find her way, but doesn’t break. The one that seems to unravel with every slam of a door, every harsh spoken broken word, but doesn’t break.
The same thread woven into the pattern of our lives. Lives twirled and tried and tied until there is only…One. Exhausted. Knot. The knot holding us all together.

Standing in the light of the Christmas tree, childlike expression, eyes wide with anticipation, her girl unwraps the large box. Exclamations of wonder…How? When?and…Yes. Yes. Pure joy!
Her beautiful girl may never know the hours spent in the night, stitching love into this homemade coat of many colors, but one day she will discover the secret threads that hold this thing together.


Dear World Are You Lost?

Dear World,
I am writing you this letter because I am heartbroken for your loss. Heartbroken for all that’s lost. Lost loves. Lost lives. Lost dreams. Lost hope.

I imagine there’s a bit of despair hanging here in this place. Loss breeds this dark defeat. Some days bodies are just buried by it. Can’t find a way out. Can’t find a way through. Just can’t find a way.

Oh, dear World, do you dwell in the LOST longing to be found? Are you wandering, wondering if recovery could be possible?

Please lean in, right here, and hear this…
Recovery. Requires. Revisiting.
Don’t allow your loss to eclipse memories proclaiming truth. Truth that blazed a path to this very point. It’s what set you free the first time. It’s what made you see the first time. So dear World, don’t take another step forward without the very truth you stood upon to gain perspective the first time.

Remember, this wasn’t truth provided by humanity, but truth learned and earned through humility.

Today you may be at a loss for words.
Could remembering His Words be what saves?

Today you may be at a loss for answers.
Could remembering His answer be what rescues?

Oh, dear World,

If you are lost and longing to be found…
stop leading the way…and give way,

Because He who is the truth and the light longs to show you His way. Again.
You’ve got nothing left to lose.

It’s a new day!