When I was a little girl, I loved to watch my grandma crochet. She always created beautiful things. I never was interested in learning the art of crocheting when I was younger. I wish I had been more patient and allowed her to teach me. I was more interested in playing with all of the balls of yarn in her crochet basket. The yarn would often end up unraveled in a messy pile on the floor. It was next to impossible to put it back together the way it was.
When your life unravels, it doesn’t always come back together the way it was.
No longer all put together in a neat and orderly way, a life unraveled has many characteristics that some would look upon as negative. I choose to look at the beauty that is evolving in the midst of it.
An unraveled life is a messy life. Tattered, torn, frayed, broken, bruised. When our lives become unraveled we don’t know if we are coming or going, which way is up and how it will all come together again. It’s overwhelming when we try to make something out of our mess. But when we invite God into it, we give Him permission to put us back together the way He desires for us to be. This requires a life fully surrendered as we relinquish our dreams and desires and hold onto a deep trust that He will make something beautiful out us.Although we are not yet who we desire to be, we are becoming all that God intended us to be. Click To Tweet
An unraveled life has frayed edges. The edges of our lives — those things that are beginning and ending; the hopes and dreams we hold onto; the broken one in need of a Healer; the lost soul in need of a Savior. When we allow the frayed edges to grow, they threaten to unravel us at our very core. How does a heart stay alive and prospering in the midst of an unraveling? We have to let go. We must allow our lives to continue to unravel as we surrender it into His hands. He’s waiting at the end of the unraveling to put us back together again.We hold the frayed edges of our lives together, but God asks that we surrender them into His… Click To Tweet
An unraveled life is often more beautiful than it was before. When we lie in a heap of tears on the floor and realize that the task of putting ourselves back together again is not ours, but His, we can be at peace. Before the unraveling, we are put together, tightly wound, perfectly patterned, in sync with all of life. But now, we are loose, free, ready to be made new, perhaps better than before. And that’s when He comes and gathers us up — the mess, the frayed edges, the brokenness — and restores us to beauty.
I’m not fighting it anymore. I am thankful to be living an unraveled life.
I may be a mess, but God is right here in the middle of it all.
I may be broken, but there is One who comes to restore and build up again.
I may be weak, but there is strength found when I lay myself down.
I may be bruised, but healing will come in His time.
I may have only frayed edges to offer, but God holds them all together in the palm of His hand.
How about you, my friend, how are you finding beauty in living a life unraveled?
*This post reminds me of a beautiful friend, Katie, who blogs about finding grace in the unraveling. If you haven’t happened upon her blog yet, be sure to visit. You will be blessed.
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