needles

Your absence has gone through me
like thread through a needle.
Everything I do
is stitched with its colour.

(poems on the underground)

Needless to say, this is not where the story ends. Jesus has a far better plan. He has replaced the black with a golden thread, crying alongside as the pain of the wound ripped open became almost unbearable. But it's all for a good purpose, and His healing oil keeps pouring over the the tiny stitches... The scar now speaks of glory, of power, of beauty. Never would I have thought this possible, never dreamt of such tender care.

"It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich person to enter the kingdom of God.”

Mark 10:25

These words speak of more than what we commonly perceive. Only as we leave it all to Him, become poor for His riches, will the thread fit and fulfill His purpose. There is gold stitched all over me now. It is only as He empowers us to yield to His touch that we exchange the autumnal death for His promise to transform us into an evergreen fir, which never looses its needles...