Swiftly like a weavers loom my life is filling in the tapestry of uncertainty and creating the pattern I was to become.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m scared I won’t like what I end up with or worse still the one who weaves it might not like the tapestry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I’m so confused at the moment and I feel as though I have gotten lost somewhere between warp and weft.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The shuttle shoots back and forth only a certain amount of times before it is finished and there is nothing more to weave. It is Finished and cut from the loom of life.the story it tells can no longer be added to or anything taken away. When I look back on my life I find I’m desperately unhappy with it. So much of it was not what I wanted to happen or even asked for. Others created what they wanted on the tapestry and I spent many years trying to undo some of the damage to it but now to my eyes it looks a complete shambles. I’m even ashamed of some of it. I want to tare it off the loom myself and burn it. I hate it. I hate the way it looks. I hate the knots the bare threads the holes.
I can’t even tell what the picture is.
It breaks my heart that I let people mess with my life like that. How can it ever be repaired? When I was a child I thought “why am I here? Now I think”what did I do? Did I do what I was born to do? Have I wasted everything? Was it a worthless life?
Yes my redeemer lives. There is still hope that the master weaver can make something beautiful upon what’s left of the loom
Don’t give up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"