Have you ever wondered how it all winds together?
How the pieces from this day, and from that fit into one?
How the days string into weeks stringed to months and even years.
The moments.
The ones of crystal clarity and the ones dark and cloudy. The joyous and the jaded. The purposeful and the plain.
The times of living and even of dying.
Have you wondered how they all fit, stepping back to get a closer look?
Have the gifts of distance and of time given you the eyes to finally see?
When we see, but especially when we don’t…the weaving still continues. The weaving carries on.
The knitting together, it began in the mother’s womb but it hasn’t stopped and won’t quit because the weaver Himself hasn’t quit.
All of it matters. All of it matters.
This beautiful tapestry being woven in my life and in yours is without flaw, without mistake. It’s looks exactly as it should.
Are you looking? Looking for what He’s weaving in and through you?
Are you ready to be a part of it? Stepping fully in, heart fully engaged, hands fully open?
The weaving, it keeps coming.
And self…it steps aside, avoiding the inevitable tangle, it’s sole desire to be woven to the Master’s design.
The Threaded Loom 
Beautifully written friend!! This is exactly the things and questions that have been happening in my life as of late. How does all of this fit together? Well…I don’t really know, but I’ve come to the decision that I am just going to trust and have faith and let the Weaver do His thing and I will just try to be fully open to whatever that may be!!
It’s truly a beautiful place to be dear friend 🙂
Lovely. From my lovely friend I would expect nothing less.
Reblogged this on The Threaded Loom and commented:
We often hear the phrase, ‘out of the mouths of babes…’
But sometimes, it’s more like ‘out of your own mouth…’
These are words I wrote, and believed, over a year ago. Words of startling clarity, unexpectedly steady faith.
They are words I still believe, but often find myself struggling to. They are words meant to be repeated; I need to hear and receive them again, and again, and again…