Abiding in Christ. Walking by faith.

Tag: our Maker

Ocean roar

Ocean roar in winter. Loud. Waves cross. Crash. Deep blues and teals mixing. Mingling. Foaming white.

Gale-force winds whip through. Scattering sand. Tearing at the water. And me.

Power on display.

And I am a mere whisper. Hushed.

Colorful skeins of thread surround him. And neutral strings on the loom show no pattern to follow. As far as I can see.

But the old carpet maker knows.

Thread by thread. Hour by hour. Day by day.

He works the loom, creating a rich pattern. A map of threads he already had in mind when he started.