Like a Tapestry Pattern, I Trudged Along on Repeat
I pulled the hood on my jacket closer to ward off the chill in the air. Like a tapestry pattern repeating over and over, my footsteps trudged along our mountain road. My daily walk with Jesus is consistent, predictable, and beautiful.
And lately, beneath each step, a tangled mess of heartbreak and often frustration appears — just like the underside of a tapestry.
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