Laced With Grace – Christian Devotions

A Day Hemmed in Prayer

By Angie September 8, 2010 Faith, Hope, Prayer

Is less likely to unravel.

   

Ever have one of those days?

Where they seem to unravel before your very eyes?  I have had many.  Sometimes they come all at once.

Where do I run?

To the Master Tailor. He stands at the ready with needle in hand. Ready to put things back in order for me.

All I have to do is “stand still”…..and see the salvation of the Lord.   Hemmed in by the Master.  Best place to be in my opinion.

The pictures shown were a wonderful discovery. Two years ago on a Wednesday night, I came home deeply burdened for a family problem. Although it wasn’t mine,  it hurt as if it were.

As I was preparing for a small Bible Study session of just two, I began to talk to the Lord.

He heard. He listened. He answered in the most unique way. I told Him this: “Lord, Wanda would love to be here to pray with us over this. This is exactly what she loved to do. Pray for the needs of others.”

As I prayed, I began to cry just a bit.  As I do at times.

As I loaded the dishwasher, the prayer and thoughts were still on my mind. And all of a sudden I had an urgency to go to the little study room where I had unloaded the things from Wanda’s sewing room the week before.  I had not looked at “everything” yet.

As a matter of fact, the thread boxes were the last thing to look into. I had plundered the cross stitch pages and packets. I had touched all the hoops, felt of all the fabrics, but had left the thread box. Why? Well, it was a clear box…and clearly full of thread. Why open it? Why indeed.

When the urgency to “do something” comes over me, I generally obey. 

So I left my dishes as they were, dishwasher still open and walked to the room and grabbed the box. I just looked at it.

Pretty colors all neatly lined up like jewelry ready to wear.

Then I noticed in one corner of the box what looked like several folded pieces of paper. I opened the box for closer examination. When I unfolded them and began to read, I began to weep.  I said, “Lord, this is exactly what Wanda would say.”  Every single verse was about prayer.  She was using them to “hide in her heart” as she stitched.

She was hemming her day in. She was closing the gap in all of our lives. The seam was strong. The Threads unbreakable, because she used the Thread of the Holy Spirit in her life.

When my visitor arrived, I fixed a cup of tea for each of us and we settled in to pray, share and read some Word. After she spilled her heart, I began to unfold the neatly clipped papers and spread them out on the table. As I read each one, she began to see the “thread of hope”.  The thread of consistency.

 The lifeline of salvation available to each of us….through prayer.

 I am thankful that when I hem my day–with prayer–it does not unravel. It holds strong.

 After all, I have just sat before the Master Tailor.  Do you need to sit down before Him as well?  He will take all the scraps of your life–and put things into perfect order–when you allow HIM full access to all the pieces.  Don’t hold anything back.  That will only leave holes in your garment. 

Give it all to Him.

Today.

Giving Him All,

Angie Knight

Formerly posted on The Knightly News/Giving Him All. © The Knightly News. All Rights Reserved.

10 thoughts on “A Day Hemmed in Prayer”

  2. Wanda

    Angie, this is beautiful. I had pause for a moment when I came across my name in the post. May hope and consistency be a strong thread in my life as I lean upon the Master Tailor.

  6. Iris

    What a precious gift your sister left with you. You are right, Angie; prayer keeps us close to the Master Tailor and our days hemmed in.

  8. Karen

    That sweet sister of yours just keeps blessing and blessing…I have some angels like that myself…long after they have gone to glory…their words and memories bring hope and comfort….

  10. Becky

    I love this. Thank you for sharing. My day ends in prayer…and does not unravel. My day begins with a heart of thanksgiving.