Imagine if you will for a moment a piece of cloth
woven with warp and weft.
Now carefully pick one thread from anywhere on the cloth
and give it a gentle tug.
You can make an unsightly loop or even pull
the thread entirely from the cloth.
If you were to pick threads randomly from both sides wither and tither,
you would end up with a pretty tattered and ratty
looking piece of cloth.
The cloth in this scenario is of course, our heart and soul,
our character, our physique, and our being.
Every person we encounter, task we tend to, errand we run,
and decision we make are all tugs at the fabric of who we are.
Obviously some are menial and with a rub of the thumb
can be smoothed back into place.
Others require a bit more effort to work back into that even weave.
And yet others, well, we might just need a new thread
and our darning needle to repair.
Like anything, it's better to keep at things before they get to that point.
But it can be difficult.
We have demands being made of us at a rather alarming rate
if you think about it, and we don't even realize it.
In addition to the big ones: get to work on time, perform said duties,
kids to school, etc. there are thousands of others.
Car- fill me with gas or I won't run.
Phone- answer me or I'll keep ringing.
Critters and garden- water (feed) me or I'll die and won't feed you.
grocery clerk- pay me or you can't have your items.
Most of these are just understood, but they are still a tug.
They are not necessarily bad or harmful, but when too many
rain upon us at once, we can be left
'hanging on by a thread.'
Equally important is the fact that we need time to be alone with ourselves
and keep our souls smooth.
There are times when we don't want to go anywhere or talk to anyone.
Time alone at home talking and listening to God and just being
I think He made the seasons the way they are for a reason.
Just about the time we have run ourselves ragged,
the days start getting a little shorter and
the nights longer and colder.
It seems to go against mainstream society,
but He is almost pushing us back inside come evening-time saying,
Like most children, we don't always listen as we should.
If this is where you are,
I would like this post to serve as that gentle voice that says,
"It's okay. Take a breath."
Take a few moments to smooth out those little loops and
remember winter will be here soon, and we'll have more time
to spend with that darning needle.
Until next time,
Nimble Fingers and Even Stitches