The Service Behind God's Stitches

God wants us to trust Him in the small and ordinary so we have a deeper appreciation when He shows off the big and amazing.  We believe God can move mountains and perform awe inspiring miracles but do we trust Him in the mirror's reflection while we get ready for work?  Do we believe in the whispered prayer, just be with me right now in this minute?

This realization occurred to me as I was getting ready for work.  I leaned down to throw away a Q-tip (how ordinary and human) and I had a feeling press into me.  It felt like He spoke to my deeper self and said - when you can believe AND TRUST that I have a purpose for your life in the mundane, then I can show you more.  Lean into the everyday, the common, the basic and then the extraordinary will be revealed.  You have to see Me in the simple to believe in Me for the complex.

Jen Hatmaker spoke truth into my heart during the BELONG tour. *I didn't attend, I just saw a snippet of her presentation online* She said that GOD WASTES NOTHING.  Her words jolted me so hard and pushed through my bloodstream.  I was awake and alive as I watched her assure me (and hundreds of other women) that no matter what - God wastes nothing. Sincerely this never occurred to me. God finished Jen's sentence deep within me so that what I heard her say was GOD WASTES NOTHING, including me.  Including YOU.  Including everyone.  There isn't any quirk, stereotype, brokenness, personality trait, or fear that He won't use.  He is the greatest and purest recycler.  He will reclaim and reuse everyone.  You are not a waste.  You have purpose.

When your life is tangled and seems to have no use, consider Corrie Ten Boom's poem called "Life is but a Weaving” known as the Tapestry Poem.  The colors and strings of our life appear random and messy, but God will reveal the beauty in it.

Life is but a Weaving - Corrie Ten Boom

Life is but a Weaving - Corrie Ten Boom


*“My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me.

I cannot choose the colors

He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;

And 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

Will God unroll the canvas

And reveal the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

In the weaver’s skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

In the pattern He has planned

He knows, He loves, He cares;

Nothing this truth can dim.

He gives the very best to those

Who leave the choice to Him.”

― Corrie ten Boom*

There is something so tender and soft in His breeze on a field, or the sky's infinite reflection in a puddle of rain. He reigns in the minuscule, the insignificant, the minor and the small. His love is a lacework of intricacies that we can find in the smallest details. Our relationship with Him is moss beside a refreshing river bed. We yield and relax and grow in His gentle presence.

Finch Friends, please believe me as I encourage myself in this truth as well....Our God IS an awesome God, mighty and formidable, but He's gentle and sympathetic and can be found in what appears insignificant. When you believe He is with you in the humble and the mundane, He will weave the scattered threads of your life into the purpose and usefulness and beauty it always was.