When I was a little, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she was embroidering. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.
She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "Child, you go about your playing for a while, and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put you on my knee and let you see it from my side."
I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother's voice say, "Come and sit on my knee." This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from underneath it looked so messy.
Then Mother would say to me, "My child, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a design. I was only following it. Now look at it from my side and you will see what I was doing."
Many times through the years I have looked up to my Heavenly Father and said, "Father, what are You doing?" He has answered, "I am embroidering your life." I say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can't they all be bright?" The Father seems to tell me, "'My child, you go about your business of doing My business, and one day I will bring you to Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see the plan from My side."
This story provided comfort for me when hurt by life and encouragement when stress piled up and overwhelmed me. I imagined myself as the young child, moving on and through God’s tapestry -two separate objects working together. I felt like I was walking on top of the embroidery being designed by God.
But I realized this week that the tapestry is not a detached item -
I am the tapestry.
This subtle shift in my recognition of how the Creator is working within me deeply affected me.
As we journey in this life, God continues to teach us, form us and yes, weave in various colored threads. I guess I never fully realized before I was God’s work in progress on His loom, still being tenderly assembled and designed. I will continue to ponder and pray about this insight.
My favorite psalm from the Bible is Psalm 139. I have read these verses multiple times and in all the various versions. Though the words were right in front of me, they never sunk into my thick head. God knits the yarn of my being and weaves me together – I am His tapestry.
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place. When I was woven together in the depths of the earth, your eyes saw my unformed body. Psalm 139: 13-15 NIV