10 A.D.
Life gives us patterns, but at times it can feel so scrappy, chaotic, or the pattern seems to be lost, difficult to locate and though having followed the steps meticulously beforehand, the stitches now seam uneven, while constantly on pins and needles searching for solace.
At this point, in looking to tomorrow, give pause to ravel the myriad of threads, gray or otherwise, that brought you to this place, time, role, existence. Remember, recall, reflect, even rejoice over all that is good, of value, happiness that can hug your heart realizing introspection is a choice inherently granted and one of our most sacred freedoms.
Our ♥, the seat of our will, our moral agency, our personality, character, and individuality, is where we determine what we are and what we will do.
Such introspection can lead one to be receptive to personal resolve, renewal, revitalization, righteous action and soul renovation. Hopefully, it can resurrect old feelings of self-worth. Yes, self-worth. We are loved, we have an Advocate; One who knows us, cares about us, and can forgive anything if only we will seek, ask in faith and then remember.
Years ago, I was visiting an antique store, a fave haunt of mine. I reached the top of the vintage wooden stairs, finding a plethora of eye candy when I saw the following tucked on the shelf;
“I asked Jesus, “How much do You love me?” ‘This much,” He answered, and He stretched out His arms and died.
It gave me pause, and still now as I write, I feel revocation. At times in my life, my heart has been broken unto the gushing out of many tears, but others swollen with joy unto that same gushing. At these times, I remember, recall, reflect for I have learned there is a sacredness in tears; they are a mark of power, a Higher power lifting me and hugging my heart. They are my messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition and of unspeakable love. Sometimes they are all I have to give to Raveled Threads.
Threads Sew Gray 