Unraveled

I was finishing up my squares for the day when I noticed that a few unruly skeins were making a mess of my yarn bag, twisting and knotting around other colors. It was time to transform them into balls. Taking the purple mess first, I wrapped it around my fingers and started to form its new shape. It was rough going at first, my hand cramping as I clinched the small lump with my fingernails. I looped and looped, and as the yarn unraveled from one end, a smooth sphere began to grow in my hands. The length of it slid softly through my fingers, though frequently I paused to work out the knots. Every once in a while it would slip out of my grasp and roll away, taking me back a few rounds after I picked up the fugitive string.

I've had times where I've felt like my life was unraveling, but I’ve come to learn that it’s a necessary part of allowing God to mold me into the shape he wants. He pulls me apart, untying the knots of my sin and insecurities, and builds me up to be whole and effective for His purpose.

Isaiah 64:8 “Yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, you are the potter; we are all the work of your hand.”