Where is the connecting thread, we wonder?
How can we ever pull this together into something that makes sense, something with purpose, something with meaning?

The scattered pieces will come together – the scattered pieces of yourself, your project, your life.
The connecting thread is love.

pp. 290 – 291, Journey to the Heart, Melody Beattie

… Like a weaver I have rolled up my life,
and he has cut me off from the loom;
day and night you made an end of me.

For ye have need of patience.

The only thing that counts is faith expressing itself through love.

Storms are part of life, part of growth, part of the journey. make yourself safe and secure. then wait for the storm to pass, knowing it will. (Hurricane season)

Let peace return. Let security return. Let joy and meaning come back, the certain faith that you have purpose and your life is on track. (Faith in family)

p. 270, Journey to the Heart, Melody Beattie

I have seen something else under the sun:
the race is not to the swift ,
or the battle to the strong,
Nor does food come to the wise
or wealth to the brilliant
Or favor to the learned,
but time (investment) and chance (happenstance) happen to them all.

Every morning let us pay tribute with the early day; for thy mercies lord are sure; thy compassion doth endure.
beside the still waters, vol 27, 5

It is of the lord’s mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning; great is thy faithfulness.

The goal is equality, as it is written:

2 Corinthians:14-15

Equinox | equillibrium

He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose. Jim Elliot

beside the still waters, vol 27, issue 5