Yesterday, when I was searching the closet for something to wear to work, I spied the hem of the dress I wore to one of my son’s weddings. A lovely shade of turquoise, the entire skirt and jacket were embroidered with small iridescent turquoise crystals in an intricate pattern of swirls and starbursts.
On the day before the wedding, as I was moving the dress from one closet to another, a string caught on a nail head protruding from the closet molding.
Unaware, I continued walking and in a few seconds hundreds of turquoise crystals were lying on the floor. I stood in disbelief, as wedding stress took over and I gave in to sobs.
It took hours, in the middle of the night, to re-sew most, of the crystals back in place and while no one mentioned the distinct difference in the swirls of my mending, I was upset, none-the-less, that the dress I was to wear for such a special occasion was now marred.
Today, rolling one more stray crystal between my fingers, I consider how intimately trust and love are bound together.
Like thread, trust is capable of weaving love in intricate patterns throughout our lives, but when broken can, in an instant, unravel the beauty that has taken a life-time to create.
“To be trusted is a greater compliment than being loved.” George Macdonald
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