I remember the one and only piece of embroidery I ever did, and thinking of it reminded me of our love.
I had started it with such enthusiasm...had just the right piece of fabric, all the lovely colors of the thread were right there, I had stretched the fabric on the hoop, and then I began...and of course I had picked a very complicated pattern, with very little knowledge in how to complete it.... and so I got discouraged, and although I got the outline of the pattern done, I did not know how to fill it in, to make the pattern complete.
That is so how my life was before I met you...like that fabric stretched on a frame with just an outline done...I had tried to make my life complete, I had tried every way I knew to do that...when all the time what I needed to do was to just stop...to be still...and realize again who should be wielding the needle.... it should have been Jesus, but oh, how I resisted, so sure that I could do it better...and when I found I couldn't, I got discouraged, and I put my life and my dreams, like that embroidery, away.
Then He stepped in..... and asked me to give the needle to Him.... to let Him provide the pattern and the skill...and so, reluctantly, I did...and then watched in awe and humble gratitude what He did.
He picked up my life, smoothed the fabric on the frame.... went over the outlines I had made and filled them in with His grace.... then...oh then, he brought you into my life, and suddenly the pattern was clear, the outlines of my dreams filled in, their colors rich and vibrant...and so quickly He brought my life and my dreams into Him, and I realized that He now had two threads in the needle, and the wonder of it all is not in knowing what the completed pattern will be...it is in the living....the daily stitches, the daily joy of knowing that because of Him, we know how to love...and letting Him create the pattern makes the most beautiful pattern of all...a living tapestry of praise.
Trish, very well done. I like the analogy of embroidery. The life of each of us is God's tapestry, and He is the only one to see how it is developing. Looking at it from our perspective, many times all we see are knots and gnarls. But He is the Master Weaver. Bobbi