It is a constant marvel to me that hard, sharp and hooked objects are the tools I use to create something soft, warm and enveloping. Could I think of the hard and sharp places in my life in the same manner?
Perhaps it is stretching the matter too far, but it encourages me when I consider that many of the difficult, hard-edged circumstances and daily struggles, might just be the tools that are used to make me a softer, kinder person. Or that at least the fabric of my life is being made beautiful by the piercing and hooking of ongoing trials.
I have known persons for whom difficulties and suffering have made them hard, crusty individuals. I certainly cannot fault them…I have not walked in their shoes, nor experienced the same things they have. Yet it is my constant hope and prayer that my Father is employing His needles and hooks to create in me a soft, yielding, vibrant fabric to my life and heart. I’m trusting that He who began this good work in me will carry it on to completion.