Coming apart at the Seams
Just today I said to myself, ”I feel like this is all just coming apart at the seams!” I said it with tears in my eyes because it’s just all so overwhelmingly painful.
And when you feel like you’re the final stitch holding it all together there's SO.MUCH.PRESSURE. Pressure to get it right, pressure to keep everyone and everything going. But when pressure is put on a flimsy seam, it won’t hold long.
I was falling apart.
In my desperation I said, “Lord, how can I even honor You with this ugly mess?!”
And then I had this picture come to mind of the final stitch just giving way. The seam gaping wide open, not resembling any type of masterpiece, instead, just a mess.
But then, I imagined handing this precious piece, that I had tried so desperately to hold together, to the Ultimate Designer - the One whose plans are too great for me to comprehend.
And He picked up His needle and began to create a masterpiece.
“...and my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.”
