Spools all lined up,
full of color and waiting.
Calling my name and
yearning to sing.
It's that lullaby of weaving together
a future gift;
full of color and waiting.
Calling my name and
yearning to sing.
It's that lullaby of weaving together
a future gift;
a little dress,
an apron, a card.
an apron, a card.
Something today,
tomorrow,
next week.
Always calling my name.
and each one has their own name...
a colorful name.
I see pins, needle, thread just laying there, too.
They sing a different song.
Their song holds my attention,
I see pins, needle, thread just laying there, too.
They sing a different song.
Their song holds my attention,
for if I ignore their presence,
I experience painful pricks-hindered work...
I experience painful pricks-hindered work...
and frustration.
At times,
Reminds me of the children I've been entrusted with!
What beauty!
My toys.
(Boys!)
Dropping and
Rolling around the floor,
unraveling,
sometimes mingling together to form a knotted mess.
The container only appears to bring order.
Each little wheel is determined to be connected to something.
A spool,
needle,
something.
Kinda like life.
I can compartmentalize it,
but it somehow always gets mixed up with...
other lives.
A beautiful tapestry.
So,
I read,
and read,
and learn new ways to blend the colors,
fabrics, and threads.
Elastic,
polyester,
cotton,
and on and on.
All with a purpose.
All with a plan.
To be useful.
Like my life.
Being useful,
productive,
and fulfilled.
Teaching,
training,
pursuing His tapestry
for His purposes.
How sewing speaks to me!
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