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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