It was breathtakingly gorgeous.
The gold stitching, bright colors and intricately delicate patterns
were a feast for His eyes; my Father’s eyes.
Dotted here and there were brilliant gems –
placed at such times of deep distress and sorrow.
But the tapestry was not finished.
There was much left to be done and more beauty to weave in,
so why was God wrapping it around Himself
and sobbing into its soft folds?
My heart knew the answer.
God and I shared the same grief.
Because…we both lost a son.
Is it better to have loved and lost or to never have loved at all? I don’t have an answer for that question. Do you? Would you like to share your thoughts?