Growing up, I learned how to sew. But sometimes I didn’t follow the pattern and took shortcuts, and it showed. I ended up ripping out the misplaced, misaligned stitches. This is a stark contrast to God, who doesn’t ever need to rip out or re-do anything that He allows.
Sometimes we see our lives in terms of failures, missed opportunities, inadequacies, sin. Sometimes we truly are victims, and life in a Genesis 3 world can be very unkind. But God works it ALL for good, bringing beauty from ashes: “to give them a beautiful headdress instead of ashes, the oil of gladness instead of mourning, the garment of praise instead of a faint spirit; that they may be called oaks of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that he may be glorified” (Isaiah 61:3).
We look at the tapestry of our lives and despise the muddy browns and drab greens. We want to rip some of our days out of the fabric entirely. Yet God is weaving and continually saying “I can work with that.” He’s never surprised, never caught off guard.
Some (blessed) days, I believe I can almost see the fine, divine threads, woven in and out of my daily circumstances. Father, weave it all into a pattern for our good and Your great glory. Help us notice the colors and patterns you select, or allow, even the ones we would not choose, and just trust Your sovereign ability … to weave.