Tapestry

Our lives are a tapestry. Some threads are dark, so dark we question the hand of the Weaver, wondering why such sorrow, why such pain must be part of the design. We ache to tear those threads out, to unravel the suffering. But without the shadows, how would we ever recognize the brilliance of the light? How could the golden threads of goodness ever stand out if the fabric was made entirely of gold?

It’s the contrast that makes the gold shine. The dark threads, though painful, only serve to make the brightness more radiant. The golden threads weave in and out, binding the whole tapestry together. Yes, there are moments where the dark dominates, but can you see? Even then, the gold gleams. The Weaver never spins a story of darkness alone. The colors, the brightness—they always outshine the dark. This moment may be a dark thread in your story, but rest in the knowledge that the next thread is already in the Weaver’s hands, gleaming, golden, waiting to take its place.

Your life is not destined to be a tapestry of shadows. The Weaver, with tender precision, is crafting something beautiful, something beyond what we can now see. And the golden threads—they’re coming. They are always coming. Holy things are woven, even here🤍