The Master Weaver

Dear Reader:

Kaitlyn’s adorable bridal seamstress (Emily Kotarski) was so nice and fun last Saturday. When I asked if Charleston was her home she replied no. She was a “Philly” girl who studied design in NYC. To my question, “How did you end up in Charleston“…her response was that she chose bridal gowns as her trademark designs and discovered that Charleston was the number one city for weddings…so she came where the need would be the greatest. Smart girl! She did her homework!

And isn’t that the amazing thing about our Creator? He not only knows each of us inside/out…but the “Master Weaver” has definitely done His homework with meticulous plans and minute details for every minute of our lives. He knows our needs and where to place us.

Max Lucado observes in his article (God, the Master Weaver/Master Builder): 

God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach. Every king, despot, weather pattern, and molecule are at his command. He passes the shuttle back and forth across the generations, and as he does, a design emerges. Satan weaves; God reweaves.

God’s re-weaving and rebuilding is always to destroy evil and plant goodness and stability where once destruction was dominant. Lucado uses the story of Joseph and his brothers to give an example of how God works.

“In God’s hands intended evil becomes eventual good.

Joseph tied himself to the pillar of this promise and held on for dear life. Nothing in his story glosses over the presence of evil. Quite the contrary. Bloodstains, tear stains are everywhere. Joseph’s heart was rubbed raw against the rocks of disloyalty and miscarried justice. Yet time and time again God redeemed the pain. The torn robe became a royal one. The pit became a palace. The broken family grew old together. The very acts intended to destroy God’s servant turned out to strengthen him.

“You meant evil against me,” Joseph told his brothers, using a Hebrew verb that traces its meaning to “weave” or “plait.”1 “You wove evil,” he was saying, “but God rewove it together for good.

Kaitlyn just needed one more “correction” to the gown to make it perfect for the wedding. Her complete trust is in the seamstress who sees the tiniest problems and sets about correcting them. Emily wants nothing but the best for her brides on their benchmark wedding days.

God, too, wants us only at our best and won’t let us settle for less than that…always working on improving us over and over again.

The Weaver
“”Just a Weaver”)

My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot change the color
For He works most steadily.

Oft times He weaves the sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget He sees the upper
And I the underside.

Until the loom is silent
And the shuttle cease to fly,
Will God roll back the canvas
And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
In the skillful  Weaver’s Hand
As the golden threads of silver
He has patterned in His Plan.

Psalm 139:13-17

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,

your eyes saw my unformed body.

All the days ordained for me

were written in your book

before one of them came to be. 

So until tomorrow…Let us never stop trying to keep pulling all the threads of our lives together to create an image our Creator can be proud enough to put on His Heavenly refrigerator…one of His Children’s works!

“Today is my favorite day”  Winnie the Pooh

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

 

 

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

 

 

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

 

 

 

 

About Becky Dingle

I was born a Tarheel but ended up a Sandlapper. My grandparents were cotton farmers in Laurens, South Carolina and it was in my grandmother’s house that my love of storytelling began beside an old Franklin stove. When I graduated from Laurens High School, I attended Erskine College (Due West of what?) and would later get my Masters Degree in Education/Social Studies from Charleston Southern. I am presently an adjunct professor/clinical supervisor at CSU and have also taught at the College of Charleston. For 28 years I taught Social Studies through storytelling. My philosophy matched Rudyard Kipling’s quote: “If history were taught in the form of stories, it would never be forgotten.” Today I still spread this message through workshops and presentations throughout the state. The secret of success in teaching social studies is always in the story. I want to keep learning and being surprised by life…it is the greatest teacher. Like Kermit said, “When you’re green you grow, when you’re ripe you rot.”
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