One of my quilts made by Dee Simons
THE FABRIC OF OUR LIVES
2 Corinthians 5:17 (NKJV) Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; old things have passed away; behold, all things have become new.
I know some of my friends who follow my Nuggets closely, might have noticed that I have been strangely silent over the past few weeks. I am going to be very transparent and tell you why. I have come under very hurtful and publicly humiliating jabs from some Christian friends and relatives, who have chastised me for my faith in God and conservative values. I make no bones about it, I have been crushed by the bruising comments that were heaped on me. My first instinct was to totally shut my Face Book down and stop writing my Nuggets even though they bring me so much joy in sharing them.
This morning I felt a prompting to share just a glimpse of “who Norma really is” in hopes that those who feel it their right to rebuke me might understand “why I am, who I am”!
To accomplish this I am going to paint a word picture for you to read.
I developed a love for quilts early in my life. As a missionary’s child I was accustomed to seeing those boxes arriving from the States that supporting Women’s groups shipped to us. Sometimes we would receive a handmade quilt lovingly put together by dedicated ladies wanting to bless their missionary family. I was fascinated by these quilts, most of them where what are commonly referred to as “Crazy Quilts”; they had no specific pattern to them with different types of material pieces stitched together at random.
I now have several hand-sewn quilts made for Glyn and me, which I treasure with all my heart. This set me thinking about how God the “Master Quilter” takes the pieces of our lives and out of the jumbled pile of fabric, He creates something beautiful.
Come with me and catch a glimpse of the Master Quilter as He pieced together the fabric of my own life, through the eye of imagination. See Him gather the many pieces, different shapes and sizes. Lay them on one corner of the cutting table, where He would cut & shape each piece to fit into a living picture of my life.
He reaches out and takes a piece that was part of an infant’s dress; He remembers the day that I came into the world, born to missionary parents, who were giving their lives to spreading the Gospel to primitive African tribes while living under extremely primitive conditions …………and He smiles.
Another piece of cloth is gently laid on the cutting table – it represented the day that this very inquisitive red-head, playing in her bare feet out on the Mission compound came across a snake’s tunnel and was attempting to get the snake to come out, not knowing that she was poking a stick at a deadly spitting cobra. As He stitches that piece into place, He shakes His head and muses to Himself that He had placed a strong determined will in my character, as He knew I would need it for the paths that lay ahead……………..and He smiles.
There is the piece of beautiful lace, representing our wedding day and all the joy that accompanied it – this would be my first step with His handpicked beloved and we would take our first steps together into the ministry in Africa that He had called us to……………………….and He smiles.
Piece after piece of the fabric of my life are placed on the cutting board, trimmed and stitched into place by the Master Quilter. Each piece bringing its own story…………………..and He smiles.
The pieces no longer look like a jumbled pile of discarded fabric – for they are now telling a story of a life touched by the Master’s Hand.
He lingers over one piece of fabric, it is stained with tears, holding it tenderly in His Hands, fingering the tattered edges; He recalls that dark night when the cold fingers of death snatched our infant son from my arms and He held me while my hot tears flowed, bringing comfort to both Glyn and my broken heart. He knew we would smile again, sing for joy again but He understood our tears, gently He stitched this piece in its place ……..and He smiles.
Now He reaches for a larger piece of fabric, wild colors streaking through-out its weave, seemingly announcing its arrival in terrifying tones – Ah yes, He knows this piece well. It represented the time when I was diagnosed with cancer and it seemed the devil had finally found a way to silence the voice of His child. He recalls the many days of suffering, struggling to fight when there was no strength left to fight……… yet He was with me pouring in His grace, His strength and His comfort. It was a long, tough journey and there were many times He carried me; but the piece of fabric now shouted the testimony of His Divine protection as He stitched it into the master “life quilt” He was making………….and He smiles.
So, the Master quilter continued His work, cutting, trimming but lovingly stitching each piece, until the finished “quilt” of my life no longer looked like a pile of jumbled, discarded pieces of fabric, but each found its place by the touch of Master’s Hand. There were so many more pieces that He lingered over with loving Hands as He pieced them together but time and space will not permit me to write them – these will be kept for another day.
Do you wonder if the Master Quilter could ever make something beautiful from the “fabric” of your life? My answer is a resounding YES! No matter where your path has led you, no matter how badly you might have failed, He is more than able to make “something beautiful out of the brokenness of your life!
As you willingly place your life in His Hands and trust His Divine design for you, He will cut and trim the tattered pieces.
The results will be a beautiful life radiating the character of the Master Quilter!
I can say without reservation that I am willing and ready for the Master Quilter to continue His perfect plan and design for my life!
So, my friends, maybe this will help you understand “who I am”. I am a product of the Master Quilter and His design for my life!