It’s getting cold.
Leaves from the trees are drifting in the wind along with some pretty big snowflakes today. The once full branches, on the trees, are starting to bare.
The days are getting shorter, the air that once brushed my cheeks with warmth has a chill to it now.
In the evening as the sun sets, my home becomes a cozy sanctuary.
Wrapping up in a blanket last night, grabbing a book on the table next to me, I thought about my youngest son’s blanket. The one he once cherished. It was a gift to him at birth and it became his special blanket through his toddler years.
He slept with it, snuggled with it in the morning while waiting to wipe the last traces of sleep from his eyes. He carried it around with him most of the day, traveled with it and even ate with it on his lap sometimes.
I have a similar attachment to my blanket too. Maybe not exactly like my son had but it’s still a special blanket.
My mother made it for me about 15 years ago.
I was with her for a couple of weeks in Florida that year. It was her first attempt at Swedish weaving and often we’d sit and talk while she worked on it.
At the time, I wasn’t aware that it would one day become mine.
While working the thread through the fabric, one afternoon, she gasped. A quiet hush fell over the room. She made a mistake.
Setting the cloth down for a while, thinking about her options to correct the mistake, my mother came to a creative solution.
I let out a sigh–one of relief.
Instead of taking the section apart to start over, she weaved the mistake into the design.
No one will ever notice that, mom. I assured her.
After she finished that first blanket, she made a couple more. She gave one to me and the other two were given to my sisters.
I received the one with the mistake. Deep down I was glad that I got that one, because I was with her as she weaved some of it.
For a while I knew exactly where the mistake was. Now if you asked me to point it out, I wouldn’t be able to find it.
The blanket is one big beautiful piece of art.
I love my blanket. Not only because my mother made it but because it reminds of God.
Often when I look at it, I remember how God takes everything in my life–the good, the bad, the beautiful the ugly and every mistake I’ve made and is weaving everything together into something beautiful.
Nothing is ever wasted in God’s hands. Nothing.
Even when we can’t make sense out of life, as questions arise or we are trying to make it through a difficult season, when we wonder how anything good can come from the bad, he weaves it through our lives to give it meaning and purpose.
Some situations may look hopeless but when given to him he creates a wonderful design.
Did you know that YOU are God’s handiwork, workmanship, masterpiece?
For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do. (Ephesians 2:10 NIV)
For we are God’s masterpiece…(NLT)
For we are God’s workmanship…(ESV)
The ‘good works’ it speaks of in Ephesians 2:10 stem from our relationship with the Lord and from every circumstance in life–even the pain and sorrow of sin–whether caused by us or caused by others toward us–the truth is we live in an imperfect world where the good resides with the bad and nothing is perfect. We learn how to help others as God forgives and helps us.
Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. (2 Corinthians 1: 3-5 NIV)
Ah…I love that. Our suffering becomes a gift. There are certainly experiences that send us running to God for comfort. It’s often there that we truly experience God. Then that same comfort overflows from our life into the lives of others.
How else would we know how to comfort people? That’s why it’s woven in. Everything is miraculously recycled to become something new.
Every situation in life is working in and working out for our good.
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28 NIV)
He’s working it all together for our good.
Then He takes it a step further:
For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. (Romans 8: 29)
The ultimate purpose of all our experiences is to transform us into the image of His Son.
As God weaves everything in life together for good to those who love him, we become more like him.
Our life is in process of becoming a perfect whole. Just like I can’t see the mistake in my blanket anymore, many people won’t see how God weaves our mistakes–and the difficult circumstances in life–together with the good. They’ll just see what we’re becoming.
We’ll keep being fashioned into the image of Christ and he will be revealed in and through the fabric of our life.
He keeps weaving. We keep becoming.
Written By: Nancy Janiga ©2014