And God took another stitch or two; pulling the gold thread up, over and around the hurt and pain of one of His kids. He can hardly see to take a stitch for His eyes are brimming with tears.
One of His daughters pays Him a visit. She was all out of ideas. Everything she touched turned to powder. Empty, crushed, bruised and broken, she needed help and she knew just where to find it. The tapestry was not her thing anyway. Never the crafty one there was no beauty, at least that she could see. The colors were dull, the thread brittle and the whole mess smudged with life’s poor choices.
Without a word, she leaned over the back of God’s chair and let her mess drop into His lap. Of course, He knew it was her before He even turned and smiled. Looking at His face was the last straw. Burying her face in her hands, she starts to weep.
“There, there,” whispers God. “Come. Sit be Me. We will have you fixed up in no time.” With that, she eagerly plopped down beside Him in His old, comfy chair.
I’m so tired, she thought to herself. Just a quick nap. It’s so comfortable here.
It seemed like no time at all when she opened her eyes and looked at the most beautiful tapestry she had ever seen. It was simply breathtaking! God had meticulously woven intricate stitches of pure gold to cover the barren places in her soul. He always knew just what to do. Smiling at her, His eyes glistening with happy tears, He wrapped her in His tight embrace.
Refreshed, she could go on. From time to time, she would add more stitches to the beauty she clutched in her arms. There was more life to be lived. Her life had begun again.
I want you woven into a tapestry of love, in touch with everything there is to know of God. Colossians 2:2