It wasn't pretty. A family member recently asked me to mend an item of clothing. It looked simple enough for my very limited sewing skills. I began the project. Two hours later, the project was complete. Yet my heart sank when I looked at the repairs. It was the worst mending job I had ever done. Let's just say that it looked like weeds were growing out of the stitches.
I had a choice. I could either leave the weed garden appearance in the garment and regret it continually. Or I could take a deep breath, remove my work...and try again. Those who know me best realize that I am not a seamstress but they also realize something else. I do not give up easily. Ever.
Tonight, I tore all my previous stitches out and went to work. It only took an hour to redo the repairs using a different stitch and the finished project is acceptable. It isn't perfect but the weed garden is gone! I began thinking.
Life isn't a perfect project, either. We fall. We bruise. We bleed. We break. We all need healing on this journey. Sometimes wounds are visible. Sometimes deeper wounds remain unseen. I am grateful that the One Who knows me...my messes, my wounds, .my scars and my life most...still loves me enough to heal me. I often wonder what He thinks when He sees yet another "repair" project in my life. He undoubtedly sees every weed...mistakes, regrets, detours and defiance...yet He lovingly picks me up, removes my stains and tells me He will not give up on me, either.
Although life brings countless repairs, He is able to transform all the knots, stitches and repairs into a beautiful tapestry of love, grace, mercy and hope. I am amazed. I am grateful. I am never alone.<3~thl
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