I know it’s been months since I’ve written. And it’s not because nothing has been happening. Life is still giving me plenty of content for my blog. I’ve just been trying to stay out of my head so much and enjoy living in the present. Maybe because my “present” is such a great place to be.. it’s nothing short of amazing. I went from years of being blindsided by “you can’t make this stuff up” to loving waking up every single day. Heart and soul, I’m covered by a blanket of love I can never deserve. That’s the real goodness of the real God. *Cover me Lord*.
Before I started this series, The Weaver’s Way, I prayed deeply for guidance. I prayed that somehow through my words, people would see what I see.. how intricately God weaves each tiny thread of our very being. The significance of God being a master weaver is how He takes a dirty, knotted mess, like my life, and turns it into a blanket of love and strength and faith. Jesus himself covers me, leads me, protects me. Cover me Lord has become a sort of mantra for me. I think it, pray it, say it out loud all the time. If you see me in public and I seem to be mumbling to myself, don’t be alarmed. I’m just praying, lol. *Cover me Lord.*
Losing mom, dad, David, the house and Angelwood has been my own teeny tiny apocalypse. Like watching a horrible train wreck, coming right at you, with no way of avoiding the inevitable collision. So one after the other, they hit me. And I floundered. Boy, did I flounder. Or actually, what’s worse than floundering? Tripping? Crumbling? Shattering? I did that.. all of the broken things. Until there were just tattered bits and pieces of what used to be. That was me and it was all I had left. *Cover me Lord.*
Then slowly .. so slowly, one at a time, pieces of me started falling back into place. The “me” I was supposed to be, showed back up. That’s when Jesus said it was finally time. He took His golden thread and He began weaving my most beautiful blanket. He held me in His arms. He spoke love and sweet peace to me. He untangled all the knots. He healed all the broken things. He restored my soul. *Cover me Lord*.
“.. and she wrapped him in swaddling cloths”. When Jesus was born, the first thing Mary did was swaddle him. She gently, ever so lovingly, wrapped him. He didn’t know anything except the warm security that covered him in the strength of the arms that held him. Just like me. When Jesus covers me, I know everything is going to be alright. I don’t know how, I just know it will. And that’s all I need to know. I made it. I crossed my darkest valley in the dead of night and I’m still standing. I’m covered by my Jesus, held firmly in his arms. Everything else is details. *Cover me Lord*.
* Weaver’s Way * day 4 * cliff notes * you can’t make this stuff up is a great testimony * you don’t realize you’re freezing until Jesus wraps you in His love * if you’re warm in your Jesus blanket, find someone who’s still cold and share * maybe it’s not a train wreck. maybe it’s the change you didn’t know you needed * joy really does come in the morning. hang on * you’re not broken, tattered pieces. you’re part of God’s quilt and you are perfect * cover me Lord *
Colorful Chaos 