This month, this new year of my life has been woven with many different and new threads. Some of them have been pulled so tightly against my being that I have thought I would be cut in two. Others have glided around my soul with the Grace of silk, or the finest of cotton.
In His hands my ashes become beauty, a beauty formed and woven in a magnificent tapestry.
So many threads, so many different colors and textures. Some I care for and others I loathe, but I have learned that in the hands of the Heavenly Father, every thread, every thread, forms the miracle of a life filled with His glory.
Psalm 56:8 You have taken account of my wanderings; Put my tears in Your bottle. Are they not in Your book?
He has woven me (Psalm 139) and He has done so acknowledging ever tear I have cried, ever ache I have felt, every lilt of laughter that has escaped my lips.
Yeshua Jesus is a God of excess but He is NOT a God of waste. All things work for my good (Romans 8:28). In His hands my ashes become beauty, a beauty formed and woven in a magnificent tapestry.
In Isaiah He first made the promise, and then standing in flesh Christ reminded us with His own lips of the weaving He had begun, reclaiming tattered threads and making them into something beautiful..again. (Isaiah 61:1-3) (Luke 4:16-21)
“Today this scripture is fulfilled in your hearing.”
There is still an aching tenderness within me and upon me, as the stretch and pull of the Weaver’s threading continues on, but oh for His glory and to His glory do I wait and trust in Worship!
I thank Him for ever song He has give that ripples through every tear of sorrow transformed into rejoicing. And now…I rest in Him.
~Poiema, Poetry in motion…