Like A Tapestry

Like A Tapestry

 

When Corrie Ten Boom would speak, she would sometimes embroider using this as an illustration of our lives. The back of the piece would be a hodge-podge of threads, looking messy, & disordered.  An idea of what the picture she was making could be seen.  At the end of her talk, she would turn over the piece to reveal the true beauty of finished work.

Corrie Ten Boom Quote on threads

I have learned to sew by trial & error, necessity, and a few lessons.  When I am in the mood, I really enjoy sewing.  But my favorite thing to do is to repair something already made and make it useful and usable again.

Case in point, my living room rugs.  They are only 2 years old, but running the vacuum over them has pulled the heavy binding threads loose.  If not repaired the rug will begin to unravel.

I took the smaller rug with me to the craft store & found heavy thread to repair the damage.  This will require hand sewing & some time, mimicking the type of stitch made by the one who did the binding in the first place.  But the result is worth the effort.

A tip to prevent this from happening in the future is to place the vacuum on the carpet before you turn it on, then don’t run over the edges.  Stay within the boundaries set.

I’m reminded of a song the Lord made very special to a circumstance in my life years ago.  It is called Trust His Heart.  The second verse goes….Our Father knows what’s best for us, His ways are not our own.  And like a tapestry, He’s weaving you & me to someday be just like Him.

We are made in God’s image.  He sets the limits, or boundaries in our lives & when we go outside those boundaries, life just seems to unravel like my rugs.  Our Master Creator, can repair the damage if we let Him.  We can be used for His Glory, especially, when He lovingly holds us up in His hands & restores. 

The rest of that song goes…

God is too wise to be mistaken, God is too good to be unkind, so when you don’t understand, when you don’t see His plan, when you can’t trace His hand…Trust His Heart.

Confectionately Yours,

Sue