Our lives are woven by the threads of our days. Sometimes they are skilled and purposeful; other times they are knotted and frayed. Some are bright and vivid colors; some are darker and a bit more drab. They form the fabric of our years. The weaving creates the pattern of how we are recognized and how we will be remembered.
May God infuse the weaving of our lives.
Consider your life as a weaving. What is its pattern? What are its colors? Where are the knots and frays?
We look at life from the back side of the tapestry. And most of the time, what we see is loose threads, tangled knots and the like. But occasionally, God’s light shines through the tapestry, and we get a glimpse of the larger design with God weaving together the darks and lights of existence.
We sleep, but the loom of life never stops, and the pattern which was weaving when the sun went down is weaving when it comes up in the morning.
Henry Ward Beecher
He who is false to the present duty breaks a thread in the loom, and you will see the effect when the weaving of a life-time is unraveled.
William Ellery Channing
Man does not weave this web of life. He is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself.
Habit is a cable; we weave a thread of it each day, and at last we cannot break it.
Not everything that happens during the day is an open portending a good or evil development in the future, but everything has meaning to one degree or another, for the world is an ever-weaving tapestry from which no thread can be pulled without destroying the integrity of the cloth.
The tapestry of life continues to be woven. Occasionally a chance arises to repair an older, tattered piece of the weave. Something happens to jolt our awareness back in time to an event that resulted in tears and rips. With new, more mature vision, we see the circumstances in present time and have compassion for the unclear events of the past. While the new experience is being woven into the design, the old rip is simultaneously being repaired. All is well.
As I look back at the entire tapestry of my life, I can see from the perspective of the present moment that every aspect of my life was necessary and perfect. Each step eventually led to a higher place, even though these steps often felt like obstacles or painful experiences.