The Weaver’s Hands
Our lives often feel like scattered strands of thread… some strong, some frayed, some knotted from choices we regret or paths we wish we had taken differently. But in the hands of the Master Weaver, no thread is wasted. God takes the bright colors of our joy, the dark tones of our struggles, and the ordinary shades of our everyday routines, and He weaves them together into a tapestry we cannot yet see in full. From our side of the loom, the weaving looks messy and unfinished. Loose threads dangle. Colors seem misplaced. We question why certain seasons had to unfold the way they did. Yet from His side, every crossing thread is intentional, every shade chosen with purpose. What feels like wandering to us is, in His design, the shaping of a pattern that reflects His glory. Prayer, then, becomes our way of aligning with the Weaver's hands. It is not merely asking for different colors or new threads, but opening our hearts to trust that His design is better than anything we could sketch...