The luxurious grand view seen on the topside of a woven tapestry is polished. The underside – the unkempt loose ends remind us of the circumstances of our lives – exposes the disheveled, crumpled view. This is the perspective we hide from others, yet it is the choicest part: the broken places our pride sequesters, keeping us enslaved - yoked to an unrelenting taskmaster. It is the part worn from sorrow and joy, struggle and sacrifice, conflict and understanding, mystery and revelation.
To glimpse this side is to embrace its unprecedented significance. But first, we must expunge the interlopers who bind us to destruction instead of releasing us to abundance.
We must fortify and yield to our refuge in whose streams, water flows.
© Liza K. Christian