Here's to today's stitches in time's tapestry...
While the clock is a spinning wheel that weaves future to past
With threads of what we think and feel as stitch to stitch is cast
We cannot keep heartstrings intact; they snag where seasons stream
Leaving behind matters of fact in spite of all we dream
...making us more determined with a less intense approach
To live moment by moment where morrow’s shadows encroach
*And touch time’s twill with hope, not dread, that tumbles from above
Then joy will fill Time’s ether thread with thankfulness and love
© Janet Martin
Today we are attending a memorial service for my mother's only brother.
Somehow time's threads spill more sacredly through our touch
when Death reminds us of the Door to Forevermore
To touch time's thread with hope, not dread, means we need to find hope's anchor first!
People swear by someone greater than themselves,
and the oath confirms what is said and puts an end to all argument.
17Because God wanted to make the unchanging nature of his purpose very clear
to the heirs of what was promised, he confirmed it with an oath.
18God did this so that, by two unchangeable things in which it is impossible for God to lie,
we who have fled to take hold of the hope set before us may be greatly encouraged.
19We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure.
It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain,
20where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf.
He has become a high priest forever, in the order of Melchizedek.