Woven

You have searched me, Lord, and you know me... 
For you created my inmost being; you knit me together in my mother's womb. I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Your works are wonderful, I know that full well. My frame was not hidden from you when I was made in the secret place, when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.
(Psalm 139)


I know there to be truth in these words, and yet it would be wrong to pretend that it is always easy to believe that I am wonderfully made. I have a tendancy to be a bit of a perfectionist, and can be very critical of myself; I find it easy to focus on my failing and flaws. Amongst the wonderfulness, there are dark places and pain and tears. But, as I have grown, I am slowly starting to recognise that the things I once saw as weaknesses in me are often vital threads in the essence of my being. The fact that these things are woven into my life was not a mistake; they help to make the emerging pattern that is me.

Creator God

Creating.

In the unseen places

Flesh and bone, muscle and nerve

Knitted perfectly

To your unique pattern.

In the secret places

Joy and sorrow, hope and peace

Woven carefully

Through our unfolding days.

In the dark places

Pain and tears, laugher and love

Sewn deliberately

Life's tapestry develops.

In the waiting

Still Creating

God in us.