Basketry is a funny craft. You either enjoy it. Or you don't. I recently signed up for a local craft fair...& today I am moody... and the weave is tight. Strained. Maybe even angry. I had forgotten each basket is a reflection of ourselves.
And I am tired.
And easily irritated.
As I weave up...
The pattern loosens.
As I begin to recognize that until I let go of all the anger & frustration I am holding onto...
The basket cannot become beautiful.
It would be gnarled and useless.
Much like we are when we remain angry
We allow God to mold & shape us.
Much like the basket
We are unusable.
What a profound lesson weaving has taught me tonight ...
So I thought it best to take just a moment & share it with you.
Let God weave the basket of your life together. It might just turn out more beautiful than you anticipated.