Threads of my life...

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;

a little dress,
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,

for if I ignore their presence,
I experience painful pricks-hindered work...

and frustration.

At times,

Reminds me of the children I've been entrusted with!

It is a beautiful song when I listen.

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!