Are the threads being untangled, or becoming more hopelessly knotted together? And what good is one long, untangled thread, even rolled into a nice, neat ball? Is it not through the weaving and knotting of yarn that the afghan grows?
I have often found (or thought) myself on the fringe, connected on one side, yet feeling totally disconnected on another. It's the deep seated childhood fear of being unimportant and all but invisible... Because of our divorce, I do not have the same place in my husband's family. There is a raw edge between us, connected by a few threads. This is the way of life after divorce, but it does not make it less painful. I am grateful for the years of healing, healing tears, and my eldest son's Face-time call from Halifax this past July. I am looking forward to more healing.
Every strand woven make the tapestry more colorful, yes? Grandma was a strand of bright and brilliant color. I only hope to be a little bit like her in all the best ways.
Martha, I so often thing of Corrie Tenboon and her discription of the tapestry.. We see the backside, the knots, threads and muted colors. More dark than bright. But God sees the front side and the dark has to be ther to make the bright side complete. We all have both. Only heaven will show us the full side of the tapstry of our life. Praying for the peace that passes all understanding in these difficult days. Love you Martha dear.
ReplyDeleteIt's not too difficult to imagine something beautiful on the other side. Thank you for your prayers. I love you so much!
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