I was thinking this morning of pulling a thread, the kind you see just dangling from the hem or your sleeve.... and you think it will just pull and break and that little problem will be dealt with and done.
Instead you find that once you start pulling that thread, it never seems to end, and suddenly the parts that were once held together are starting to fall apart.
At the end of the pulling, you have two pieces, and your mind is saying, "What have you done?”.... how can I undo this, and make my two pieces back into one.
We had a day like that where everything that happened went wrong, each little thing piled up, becoming a mountain that would bring to their knees even the strong.
The thread through our day was pulled from our sight and pieces seemed to fall all around, but knowing that whatever happened, we shared the burdens together, and we knew God would make it all come out right.
It was like He had a needle of grace, and picked up that unraveled thread, and stitched back together everything that had gone wrong, and by the end of the day, the litany of complaints had been replaced by a joyful song.
I am so very grateful that Jesus rules in my life, and that He gave me this gift of love so true, for no matter what each day may bring, it always holds joy because I share it with you.
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