Whether it's a conversation with a friend, a word that is penned, or a craft that is made, everything we do leaves a stitch in the fabric of time. Join us as we investigate the stitches of the past and present...
"To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven: ... a time to rend, and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak" (Ecclesiastes 3:1, 7).
3:22-23 New International Version (NIV)
of the Lord’s great love we are
not consumed, for his compassions never fail. 23 They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.
few weeks ago, I went to church with two different earrings dangling from my
ears. No, I wasn’t making a fashion statement. I’d just dressed in a hurry.
friend approached me after the service to talk. During the course of our
conversation, she noticed and graciously brought it to my attention. I promptly
removed them and stashed the offending jewels in my purse. Fashion faux pas
resolved with, I hope, minimal harm to my vanity.
what if that little mistake hadn’t been so easily rectified? What if it had
been a longer-lasting error?
a misspelled tattoo. (A young man with whom I’m acquainted had this happen.
Fortunately, his shirt covers it most of the time.)
the Lands’ End company logo. (Should have been Land’s End, but they couldn’t
afford to get the sign re-made.)
lot of things in life are mistakes we can’t change. The cupcake we can’t
un-eat. The time we can’t un-waste. The harsh words we can’t unsay.
much of our lives do we spend fretting over things we can’t alter? We sink into
melancholy or our blood pressure sky-rockets. (Just think of the last time
someone cut you off in traffic.)
But His mercies
are new every morning. His compassions never fail. His faithfulness is indeed
What if we, as
Christians, take His mercies and extend them to others—and to ourselves? What
if we choose to be less critical? More grace-full? More forgiving?
What if we pay attention
to what we do right rather than drilling down the microscope on our mistakes?
Our blood pressure goes down. Joy returns. Peace reigns.
Would we notice the
difference? Would our families?