The Threads That Bind Us

His love covers you, surrounds you, it literally encompasses itself around us. we are intricately woven across one another.

Have you ever noticed when a loved one is sick or hurting how your heart and spirit grieves for their pain?

Have you walked passed a complete stranger and noticed that they were weeping?  Did your heart leap for them?Did something inside of you have the need to help them?

How about when someone you care about fails at something they care about, Do you feel the disappointment they feel? I do. I want to help them to succeed.

It's the thread that binds us together I am sure.

yes, complete strangers matter to me. 
I know It can't just be me being an average person that drives me to care about the strangers of this world. it isnt     something that I was born with, or is it?

Maybe it's the moment that I accepted the Lord Jesus Christ into my life and was reborn. Yes, maybe that is when I could see clearly for the first time in my existence. I could feel and see the things of this earth clearly without obstruction.
 I could feel the pull of my brothers and sisters all around me. In stores, shopping malls, hospitals, airports, schools, restaurants etc.

 I hear you, I feel you and know you are there, not in the flesh of course but in spirit.

 What a blanket of beauty and color You all are!

YOU are the Amber Golden thread of His Glory

YOU are his Red the color of His Shed Blood, the thread of Love

 YOU are the Blue thread, the color of 
His Beautiful Holy Light, that makes its way in and over the lives of us and others

YOU are His White thread, the color of His Purifying Spirit that lives in us the moment we say, "yes"

 YOU are the Purple thread of Royalty, the thread that stands as a remembrance, That we are children of the Most High King!

The Silver thread is the thread of Our father Himself, It is the Strength of His Ministry in each of us

The Muti Colored thread is the thread of our Father's Promise, it is the thread of His Covenant with us

 I see a Beautiful robe being tied, knotted, and carefully woven. The fabric of our beings

Before it can be completed, it will take the Unity of the All the threads to make the robe durable, completed, with all it's royal finishes. It is a calculated plan of Beauty, Length and Width  

I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, my soul will exult in my God; for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation, He has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroom decks himself with a garland, and a as a bride adorns herself with jewels.

Isaiah 61:10 amp

He exclaimed O my love, how beautiful you are! There is no flaw in you!

Song of Solomon 4:7 amp

KEEPING TIME

I have a clock that lays up against the wall collecting dust from the day and the shadows that conceal its purpose throughout the night.

it use to remind me of things to do but now it just reminds me of whats been done, It's a reminder of whats been lost and won

If we all knew then what we know now would it change anything? 
would we have changed our circumstances now or slip right back into the countless hours of it all again

I long for the days of the chime ringing to the tune of get up! life is waiting for you today, get up! go enjoy and explore!

Today, let it not be a pillow going over the ears day. Let me not have the need to block out the clocks invitation to participate in another day.  

Time is a tricky thing, we long for it, We mourn it, we celebrate it, and we dread it. 

I am a collector of clock's
Maybe its my effort to collect more time, 
to control it somehow or to preserve it in a way
that's now become a part of my day 

Maybe its time for a yard sale, a yard sale of time.
"Get your Time here All at Yard Sale prices! "
If only it were all so easy.

I look around this house and all its time keepers hanging and sitting about and see the dust gathering, including the un wound clocks that await my gentle hand and it makes me wonder if this is all a revelation or just another job waiting to get done.

Maybe if I stop the hands on all my time pieces, then time will come to a halt so I can catch up

Maybe if I turn back the hands...

Maybe...
Just maybe I can get it all back, or right the wrongs from the days gone by

Chimes, buzzers, music, beeps, cuckoo's and chimes 

Time marches on even if I don't get up to wind them, set them or restart them

Clock's are the ultimate invitation to life and the most painful reminder if we miss the party to it...