Woven into a grand design, as you gently knit me together. Warp and filling threads intertwine. The past, the present and the future, look like loose strings, scraps and twine. A life scattered, suspended in the making. But to you, I am no great undertaking. You are winding between these fragmented pieces. Braiding together what I’ve tried to keep separated. But you go before and behind me, seeing all that’s underneath. You hem me in, weaving back and forth despite my unbelief. There are two sides to every loom. There is that which remains hidden, the loose ends of the underside. But by your hands, even those give way to the beauty of your delight. You renew every ache. You recreate from chaos and the mess. You restore what once has been torn. You redeem every brokenness. In your hands, suffering and beauty are intricately bound together as you gently guide. From those memories cowering in the shadows to the countless brilliant highlights. Both are interlaced, woven into all of l