Woven friendship

      Tapestries woven in the most intricate ways. Ah
reminds me of friendships. Tender are the fingers
weaving colors throughout. Emptying the emotions
within the patterns.

      Words spoken. Gestures of kindness expressed.
Deeply placed within a memory. Still held tight
even years later.

      So much change has progressed and yet so much
more to pursue. A thought of a moment with a
friend. Ah the quirkiness I was even then. Silly I am
certain that friend thought me to be. Still a grand
joy in seeing birds.

        Still I laugh at the friendship bound. Wounded
by separation but still held close by a memory. A
taste of the power of Jehovah. Bringing matches
of most unlikely friends together for one purpose:
to love.

      Ah yes. Much was displayed. Too much expressed
but the spirit overcame. Building upon a rock
that was there from beginning. A choice was made
and given. Too much turmoil broke off bringing this
woman to a new understanding of truth, of trust,
of hope and of love.

    Who to thank? Jehovah knows.

    All connecting in the least likely ways still there is
a tangible link. Not seen nor bonded and yet the
friendship is. How can that be?

    One step before another, a hand reaches from
along side me. Asking of forgiveness. Oh am I to
give something that I gave long ago? Always. To keep
reminding, yes. Long ago the task was presented.
Instantly I gave. Still I longed to hear the results, the
exchange of familiar. I have yet and I have accepted.
Overcome trial of not hearing. Always reminding
myself what I am worth only to Jehovah.

    Ah the completion of this breathtaking piece
of art weighs on the indecisive options of turning in
the yarn or allowing to be frayed. Ah the frays allow
that of more play, more craft to carry on.

    In friendship we are learning and reapplying
the bond so to turn in would to burn a new bridge.
I would rather walk away at such a thought. Rather
to give choice to new crafting, new construction of
a stronger friendship. One built of love, compassion
and kindness.

     So much of learning with Jehovah. Skills I still need
to accompany me to completion. Those of patience,
trust and understanding. Those are the strongest
three I strive hard to pursue within this new
budding friendship.

      A worn moment, almost bare fine and still clinging
together. Making that patch over, reforming within a
circle all is possible if hope is there. Do you have that
strength to hope?

     A story of a weaver I have spun, mingled with
truths of a friendship held tight by frayed ends and
bare thin areas.  Do you see it, see how our lives
are similiar? The differences in life can proved to be
profound if the choices that are made, are righteous,
good and sincere.

     I can hope for that friendship, yes?