We Are Made In The Image Of Our Father God.
Author: Pat Aman
I absolutely love quilts. When Joe and I married my Aunt gave us a beautiful quilt that she had made for us.
I also have a beautiful guilt that my mama made for us that I use it as a bedspread in one of our bedrooms.
I guess you can say I am just an old soul. I walk in antique shops and cannot believe the items that some precious hands of a mother or grandmother lovingly took the time to make, but their family has given away and even sold. I pick those crocheted dollies up and let my fingers feel the love in each piece. I even smell of them and I smell the fragrances of home.
I imagine the person crocheting or quilting taking the time out of their busy life to share their gift of time and love. I think about their lives and wonder what they may have been going through in their lives.
But my heart overflows with joy and tears fill my eyes as I feel the love they must have put into each piece of fabric.
This Christmas our youngest daughter blessed the family with beautiful pottery that she made. She did not just paint them. She took the clay in her hands and molded and shaped each piece with love. She said, “Mom, I can look at the first pieces I made and I can see imperfections in them. But, the move I let my hands work, each new piece had less imperfections in them.”
You know that same love is how our Father God feels about us. He lovingly molds and shapes our lives into pieces of art. And at first we may have imperfections. Then we are remolded, put back in the fire to help us grow as He reshapes us. But, as we continue to give our Father God more of ourselves, slowly He is able to remove all the imperfections from our lives.
In other words, we have to find exactly how pottery is made if we want to fully understand what God is trying to tell us in this most incredible analogy.
Here is the key verse from Scripture that will give us this specific revelation that God is the Potter and we are His clay:
“But now, O Lord, You are our Father; we are the clay, and You our potter; and all we are the work of Your hand.” (Isaiah 64:8)
Please right now, invite Father God to have full direction over your life.
Allow Him to mold you into the perfect image of Himself. Allow your life to become a beautiful tapestry of God’s image in you. Give Him your whole heart and let Him be the artist.
Blessings, Love and Prayers,
Pastor Pat Aman
Quilt of Holes
Author Unknown
As I faced my Maker at the last judgment, I knelt before the Lord along with all the other souls.
Before each of us laid our lives like the squares of a quilt in many piles; an angel sat before each of us sewing our quilt squares together into a tapestry that is our life.
But as my angel took each piece of cloth off the pile, I noticed how ragged and empty each of my squares was. They were filled
with giant holes. Each square was labeled with a part of my life that had been difficult, the challenges and temptations I was faced with in every day life. I saw hardships that I endured, which were the largest holes of all.
I glanced around me. Nobody else had such squares. Other than a tiny hole here and there, the other tapestries were filled with rich color and the bright hues of worldly fortune. I gazed upon my own life and was disheartened.
My angel was sewing the ragged pieces of cloth together, threadbare and empty, like binding air.
Finally the time came when each life was to be displayed, held up to the light, the scrutiny of truth. The others rose; each in turn, holding up their tapestries. So filled their lives had been. My angel looked upon me, and nodded for me to rise.
My gaze dropped to the ground in shame. I hadn’t had all the earthly fortunes. I had love in my life, and laughter. But there had also been trials of illness, and wealth, and false accusations that took from me my world, as I knew it. I had to start over many times. I often struggled with the temptation to quit, only to somehow muster the strength to pick up and begin again. I spent many nights on my knees in prayer, asking for help and guidance in my life. I had often been held up to ridicule, which I endured painfully, each time offering it up to the Father God in hopes that I would not melt within my skin beneath the judgmental gaze of those who unfairly judged me.
And now, I had to face the truth. My life was what it was, and I had to accept it for what it was.
I rose and slowly lifted the combined squares of my life to the light.
An awe-filled gasp filled the air. I gazed around at the others who stared at me with wide eyes.
Then, I looked upon the tapestry before me. Light flooded the many holes, creating an image, the face of Christ. Then our Lord stood before me, with warmth and love in His eyes. He said, “Every time you gave over your life to Me, it became My life, My hardships, and My struggles.
Each point of light in your life is when you stepped aside and let Me shine through, until there was more of Me than there was of you.”
May all our quilts be threadbare and worn, allowing Christ to shine through!
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