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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!

Threading a life...

Each day I string thoughts together, words are spun, and a tapestry is created. Is it beautiful or just a jumble of mixed up threads that He has to unravel?
I've been sewing these days and I find that my 'area' is in much need of organization...oh, yeah, it's the month of organization, right? Better get a move on here!


It, too, is a weaving of my life and the direction I find I'm headed...bringing His Life to others by my handiwork, His handiwork...
The tapestry is woven when it all comes together, not compartmentalized anymore...this is such a struggle for me at times.
The boys and I have been baking bread (that didn't rise too well!), pizza dough (that tasted more like bread!), bagels (that looked more like a doughnut-so we put powdered sugar on them!),

creating silly puddy, clay creations, painting birdhouses, and training our puppy (or is she training us?)-and oh, science experiments, along with bird treats (and using almost all the peanut butter and the strung cranberries we decorated the Christmas tree with!)
...all this sudden burst of creativity, bottled up for so long-exploding in every room of our home-...
I know these daily investments into the fabric of their hearts will encourage them to believe that along with the words I speak, my example is one that will remain because His Life came forth from my heart, hands and mouth and even if I knot up threads, He will unravel them and make a beautiful work of Art out of it all.

How great He is and what a tapestry He weaves that brings Him honor.