Whispers of the Web

The only true answer is the artist. The weaving. The stories. The color of the tapestry. When you listen closely you can hear the whispers of the web being woven through our lives.

Our lives are lived like a masterpiece tapestry. Many layers, many colors maybe even many artists. The complexity that life has shaped each human is quite amazing. Why does a child do the things they do? Why does a young adult decide to move away from their family. Professionals shape their opinions on the perspective of education. Moms and dads shape their perspective based on their experiences. The elderly shape their perspective on the wisdom of practice and experience. Each have their own answers for their types of behavior. 

The only true answer is in the heart of the artist. The weaving. The stories. The colors of the tapestry. When you listen closely you can hear the whispers of the web being woven through our lives.

Grief is a strand that must be woven through our lives. It is inevitable. Someone close to us will die.

Joy is a strand that is woven into us. That deep joy that runs through us when a miracle happens, or just when you feel at peace with everything. Maybe it is there when marriage vows are said, or a baby is born. 

Pain is another strand that is woven in us. Deep guttural agonizing pain. When you have been betrayed by a loved one.

Laughter. Is another one. It comes from the belly. You just open up and laugh!

Satisfaction is another one. A job well done.

All of this weaving creates the web of life. The story. Who are you? Who am I? Just the whisper of a web.

I think of the book Charlotte’s Web. Charlotte wove into the corner of the building words that saved a pigs life. “terrific” “humble”

What would the words be if it was you created in the web? “Kind”. “Generous”, “amazing” “exceptional”?

Ecclesiastes 3:11. “He has made everything beautiful in its time. Also He has put eternity in their hearts…”

This whisper is so powerful. Can you hear it? The Master is whispering His web, woven through the space of your life. And you my friend…you are beautiful.

Author: thewidowwomanblog

I am a 53 year old widow who is watching her kids step out into life while holding tight to the Creator's hand.

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