Some call it fate, some luck I on the other hand believe in a higher power (GOD) that has me right where He needs me at just the right moment. Not for me sometimes, no for others, I may not gain anything by meeting you the first time, or i may gain much, yet somehow our lives just keep weaving together by an unseen tapestry maker. And along the way other threads weave in from your friends and mine, but over time some slip away never to be woven again, then I believe there is a hole right there between you and I. But an unknown thread one the weaver has not selected just yet or maybe HE has yet we are unaware. Suddenly there that bright red is tossed in next to the blue and purple where the gold was and ever so slightly over time the red covers that hole where we lost that gold. It is a season now and we look back only to see there was never a hole just a loving weaver using all of us to create this beautiful tapestry called life.
Lauralee my friend may this ease your pain of losing the GOLD THREAD of Kerri and may you look back a year from now and not ever see a hole she leaves behind but a beautiful picture of the riches she blessed you with by being your friend.
New International Version (NIV)
They hammered out thin sheets of gold and cut strands to be worked into the blue, purple and scarlet yarn and fine linen—the work of skilled hands.
SIH the gingham chick