The things that matter take time.
I love instant happy.
Who doesn’t love instant happy?
But lives take time to build.
They aren’t instantly successful.
Friendships take time to build.
The real ones.
And merging lives?
That is like getting up every day and going to work.
You must pour into that project on a daily basis.
Like bricks forming a wall,
we lay one decision upon another upon another.
Uh-oh…a bad decision, now there’s a crack in the wall.
Take some bricks down, fix the problem, lay a new layer of mortar, start over.
Merge many objects into one solid and secure edifice that becomes the haven wherein souls find shelter, safety, and rest.
Think of a tapestry, blue and white.
One ball of white thread, one ball of blue, both on the floor at the designer’s feet.
The weaver sits, adding white when white is needed, adding blue where it belongs, and after a while, two colors merge to form one beautiful design as they are woven tightly together.
Knots are tied.
Tangles are unraveled.
Clack…clack…the weaver’s frame makes a rythmic sound as two separate items become one lovely thing.
If they yield themselves to the hands of the weaver, that is.
Nothing that matters happens quickly.
Set your face like a flint, and put your hands on the plow.
The things that truly matter take time.