Gramma's Tangled Threads

The years hadn't been good to the bin of Grammas'

thread I inherited after she died.

My husband wondered

why I would even bother trying to untangle them.

I hadn't used them yet,

and they weren't any use in the current state.

Through years of neglect and poor storage,

her spools became tangled, mangled threads.

I don't use this type of thread often,

but I couldn't bear to part with the treasures.

We began by lightly pulling the mass apart.

We tried to follow one loose end to the beginning,

unwinding, unknotting and carefully rewinding.

It took a lot of time.

It took a lot of patience.

It took a lot of work.

When we were done,

the last few remnants I own of my Gramma's creative life,

were orderly and useful again.

There is such a relief to order,

to having tangled messes restored to usefulness.

Isn't this what the Lord does to our lives?

He carefully helps us untangle the messes we have made,

through ignorance,

through unbelief,

through sin,

through pride

and through self-will.

If we struggle, the knots binding us will become tighter.

If we surrender to His tender tugs and pulls,

He can unbind,

unknot,

untangle,

untwist

and

restore the tangled, mangled mess of our lives.

Then, the rescued threads of our lives,

can be woven into something

useful,

helpful,

and

beautiful.

Is there a tangled mess you are hiding in some corner of your heart?

He knit you together in your Mother's womb,

He certainly is capable of untangling the mess,

and re-knitting.

Just hold still in prayer,

cling to His Word,

and let Him begin tugging gently

on those stubborn knots,

one

at

a

time.