Merilee walked into the empty house. It had been many years ago when she lived here as a little girl, but she could still remember fondly the people who once occupied the now empty spaces of the old and dilapidated home. There was Momma and Daddy, and her two sisters, Jenny and Patty, their cousin Lilly, and Grandma B. Merilee especially remembered Grandma B.
Merilee moved through the house and stopped in the living room and stared at the dark corner where she would usually find Grandma B. sitting. Merilee remembered how Grandma B. would sit in her special chair and contently and meticulously work on her needlepoint. Around her special chair were all the things she needed at hands reach.
Merilee walked closer to the corner of the room. Her memory of Grandma B. played like an old movie.
“Whatcha makin Grandma?” Merilee asked.
“Well, I am making a needlepoint portrait,” Grandma said.
“What’s a prr-prr-prrtret?” Lacey asked.
“It’s por-trait and it is a picture. This particular picture is your house,” Grandma said. “See.”
Merilee looked at the picture that Grandma was working on. It certainly did look like their house. It was a two story house and the front porch had the same crisscross rails, and the sidewalk had the same curve that went around the big tree in the front yard. She even included the mailbox on the right side of the door with their house numbers, one-eight-three on it.
Grandma B. was far from being done with the picture, but there was one thing that stood out as Merilee continued to remember.
“Grandma,” Merilee asked, “what is that?” Merilee pointed to the obvious red string that stood out among all the stitching she had used so far.
“That is the single scarlet red thread that I include in all my needlepoint pictures. Can you see how it starts at this side and runs all the way across to the other side.” Grandma pointed at the red thread and moved her aged and crooked finger across the picture.
“It is a single strand of thread and it is the first thread that I always put in my needlework. All the other threads are built upon this single scarlet red thread, ” Grandma said.
Merilee looked at the picture again.
“But why did you chose red, Grandma?” Merilee asked.
“Well honey, the Bible too, is like a needlepoint portrait. In that picture there is also a scarlet red line that runs through it. That scarlet line is the blood of Jesus. I put this single strand of scarlet red thread in all my needlepoint pictures as a reminder that His blood runs through the tapestry of our lives too.“ Granndma smiled as she continued to work on her needlepoint.
“Ohhh,” Merilee looked at the picture again and then looked at Grandma.
Grandma looked over her glasses at Merilee and could see the confused look on her small round face. She laid her needlepoint down in her lap and took off her glasses.
“Do you remember the story in the Bible about Moses and the Israelites in Egypt. God wanted Moses to lead the Israelites out of Egypt but the Pharaoh kept saying no. So God sent the Ten Plagues.”
“Is that when the Israelites painted lamb’s blood over the door posts?” Merilee asked.
“That’s right. That was the first Passover. The blood of a perfect lamb was painted over the doorposts and saved the Israelites from death. The plague passed over their homes. Jesus too, is our perfect Lamb, and when we believe in Him, His blood saves us.”
“And your scarlet thread reminds you of all that?” Merilee asked.
“It sure does, and someday I hope it will remind you of the same thing.
Her memory faded and Merilee turned and walked back to the front door. That wasn’t the last lesson Grandma B. had taught me, nor was it the last needlepoint that Grandma B. sewed. There were many more, and they all included a scarlet red thread.
Merilee smiled as she walked back across the room and slowly shut the door. I remember, Grandma, and I will always remember your scarlet red thread.
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