God is there every time we fall.
He picks us up, brushes us off, kisses the hurt
and sends us off to play again.
With a smile and a chuckle, He resumes His
work on your tapestry, weaving an intricate pattern of gold
all the while humming softly to Himself.
“. . . little ones to Me belong, they are weak,
but I am strong. Yes, Jesus loves you,
yes, Jesus loves you . . .”
If only I could stitch the face of Jesus ~
the one stored in my memory ~ into my tapestry.
But I can’t do it justice.
God is the only one who can make the
delicate, golden thread come to life
in the face of His one and only Son.