I was thinking the other day about threads of life. You're going along in one direction, enjoying a happy color when suddenly everything is in knots and a new direction is taken.
I was also kind of thinking about last year and how different it ended up than it began. Unexpected happenings changed my life, never to return to the old ways. Yet we gather the threads and begin again, weaving along the story as God presents each step and pattern.
It's an interesting analogy, isn't it?
The fiber of my life is to follow Jesus and to accomplish the calling He has given. To share His love and grace with others. To reflect the sacrifice He made on the cross. And as I try to stay true to this, the threads of life lead me forward toward becoming a whole person. Whole in Christ.
Together with your thread and our neighbor's thread we make up a beautiful tapestry. A tapestry that should point others to Christ, as well. To reflect His love and make a picture to others of how it looks to be a "Christ-follower".
I remember reading the following rhyme some time ago, I can't recall where. But when I began thinking of the threads of life I thought it fitted perfectly.
My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver's skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.