The Thread

I am not particularly unique, nor am I ordinary.
I am looped through the eye of the tool of my Creator’s choosing.
This tool, in the hand of my Creator, will equip me for my calling.

I am headed on a course, going back and forth and up and down.
I intersect with other threads as they too pass back and forth.
Their impact on me is mostly out of our differences.
These differences make all the difference.

My value can be calculated by two means.
First, you can see it as a thread and second as part of a collection.
My life cannot be fully measured one way or the other but by both.

This thread was built and designed by my Creator.
A distinct part of my value is found in that He created me.
My particular length and my particular shade are for a particular purpose.
His fingerprints are on my life.

I have intersected with the lives of other threads.
In these intersections I realize that my life has even greater meaning.
His purposes for me are fully exposed through these intersections.
I am more than I ever could have been because I intersected (our paths have crossed) with those threads.

Every thread that touches me also has His fingerprints on them.
Their intersection with me has bent and pulled us into our perfect place.
As I finish this course I feel His pleasure.

I have become the workmanship – the masterpiece of my Creator.
My radiance is not that I am a thread or even my construction.
This thread is now a small part of a big, beautiful tapestry
My glory is that I, a thread have accomplished my Creators purpose.

My value cannot be measured by my length.
A thread cut short by its Creator with a strategic placement is of great value.
The pain wrought in my life has meaning.
My being pulled, twisted and knotted serve to shape me perfectly.

My life has now become tied to the tapestry.
My line has ended. The greater beauty of the careful mix of thread is now who I am.
My Creator has crafted this piece so that His name will be made great.

I am no longer a thread I am now God’s handiwork.