Weaving in and out, up and over, around and back again is this thread. With each stitch, with each loop, with each knot the thread changes in color, changes in hue. From glorious red to the palest yellow, from vibrant green to intriguing violet and midnight blues, colors morph into a backdrop, a canopy for an unfolding story.
The story is not a fairy tale. It begins not with “Once upon a time in a land far, far away …” and neither does it end with “and they lived happily ever after“. The plot is much more deeper, the storyline much more richer for the Author of the story is not confined within the limits of this day and time. As the depths of pain and loss are delved, so too are the depths of Love and Redemption. Fear not, for Love will not forever be denied nor spurned and the victory over evil will be won. Fret not, for the tears shed have been collected in a bottle. They have not slipped by unnoticed. They will not be wasted.
In this story where intruders have trod and thieves have robbed, the Author will bring in new characters. Shame will be removed and purity will return to that which was defiled. The wounded will become whole again. Respect and dignity will surround you like garments of finest silk. You will be seen and honored as royalty.
This story you may find tiresome, for indeed it is not a fairy tale. Much time may pass and many twists and turns may be revealed. Characters may enter only to quickly exit; the landscape may never stay the same. Do not grow weary, for Love will not forever be denied nor spurned and the victory over evil will be won. Fret not, for the tears shed have been collected in a bottle. They have not slipped by unnoticed. They will not be wasted.
Weaving in and out, up and over, around and back again is a thread in the story. With each stitch, with each loop, with each knot the thread becomes more glorious as Love weaves His way through time. This story was written with you in mind. It is no fairy tale, for you are more valuable and more lovely than wishful thinking, than the fantasy of a child. This thread that is ever present is the thread of Love. It is always around you for your story began with the first knot of Love and you will find it woven throughout the story of your life.
So do not fret, do not fear, when it feels like your life is coming apart at the seams. The thread of Love will not let go of the fabric of your life until the story has been completed.