When I was visiting in the home of a friend in
Wisconsin, she was showing me the little rugs
that she had woven. The strands were tightly
woven together making the rug strong and
beautiful to look upon.
I was reading recently about the tabernacle
which God directed Moses to build. The veil
and the curtains were woven together of blue
purple and scarlet threads along with strands
of beaten gold. The blue reminds us of heaven,
the purple speaks of Jesus as our King, the
scarlet reminds of us the blood which Jesus
shed for our sins. The beaten gold reminds us
of the trials we go through.
God is wanting to bind His people together-
some from every nation, tribe and tongue-
He knows which people and which experiences
to put into our lives to bring about something
beautiful for His glory.
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The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
between my Lord & me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily
Oft times He weaveth sorrow,
& I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
and I, the underside.
Not til the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly
Shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why
The dark threads are as needful
in the weaver's skillful hand
As the threads of gold & silver
in the pattern He has planned.
Grant Colfax Tullar
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