I stood and watched him work the loom. Thread after colorful thread woven with precision. Mesmerized by his skill, I watched with wonder. From his hands, a pattern developed that my eyes could never see and yet, one he knew all along existed.
A single strand doesn’t reveal much to the untrained eye. Alone it means very little. I may think it will not even work – too thick, too unruly or color just not right. In the hand of the weaver, however, all find their purpose and use.
My life is like this tapestry – a work in process that only the Weaver can weave. Each moment I exist is a thread in the His hand. He knows the purpose and pattern for each. He weaves every moment – even the ones I deem unworthy – with intent.
The Weaver slowly entwines His vision and my life. Far beyond the unfinished tapestry I now live, exists His dream of my completion.
And yet, I live in the unfinished moment. I bind my heart by the fragments I see. My vision is so easily misplaced in the strands undone.
His, however, is neither.
It’s in Christ that we find out who we are and what we are living for. Long before we first heard of Christ and got our hopes up, he had his eye on us, had designs on us for glorious living, part of the overall purpose he is working out in everything and everyone.
Ephesians 1:11-12 The Message
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“My life is like this tapestry – a work in process that only the Weaver can weave.” Awesome and beautiful!
Sherrey, thank you for your kind words.
I watched the weavers in Morocco. Amazing! AND, so true also. Only our Lord can put the right thread in the right direction with the right color of our lives. Eventually, the pattern will show… and we will feel blessed. Godly usefulness is a good thing… a blessing to rely upon.
Joanne, indeed a blessing to rely on and rest in!
Oh yes! I love to remember I am a work-in-progress… one that only HE can see how it will be completed! Beautiful post!
I often think of God as weaving so many aspects of my life together. I’ve seen him do it with the precision and beauty that you described so eloquently by the weaver. Your beautiful prose reminds me to trust Him more, Denise!
Denise,
I’m just coming over, after seeing you linked a previous post. I love the way you do new beginnings. This is beautiful here. Just like you.