Morning Glories and God's Intricate Weaving

God's mercies are new every morning.

Do you recall my planting Morning Glory seeds at the base of this bench in my front yard? The new seeds I had bought, pretty white with pink accents, never did grow. Instead this old seed single volunteer came forth. I like where it grew and how it wove itself just so around the bench and wreath.

The sermon I heard yesterday made me recall the Morning Glories. Our pastor shared about God's shalom of peace. The literal translation refers to a garment intricately woven with many threads making a cloak that completely envelops and cloaks us. Keeps us safe. Warms us. Brings peace.

Then the pastor referred to us as individual threads meant to be woven into the fabric to cloak our communities with God's peace and blessings. When we refuse God to use us where he chooses to weave us, then we remain single useless threads and deny our communities God's blessings. And peace.

Sometimes we don't like the stories or people God chooses to weave us into. When we comply, by His strength, then we become part of that beautiful garment. Where is God weaving you? Whose life are you denying to be woven into to bring them blessings? God makes no mistakes where He puts us. Not only do you bring His peace, but when you are woven together with other threads you receive His peace too. May each of you be cloaked in His garment of peace and love through His Son Jesus, the most beautiful thread of all. Today is a new week. May you be sensitive to his weaving.

I head back to Georgia tomorrow to my in-laws. As you can imagine, God is using this message to soften my heart in needed places. May I be part of His garment of peace to a couple who is fearful of their future, doubtful of a Father's love. Let me be a loose instrument in His hands to be woven into their lives however He chooses to use me.

I wish I had time to read your blogs and comment. Please know I am thinking of each of you if I don't get by, or leave a comment. Thank you for your friendship. Tomorrow I have a special prayer request for my great-niece Malaya. Please come back to visit.