the Craftsman

"He is enough. We must look past the outward appearance, past what man in his ignorance has perished, and seek the Craftsman."

WE WEAVE A PATTERN, making lines around obstacles, big and small, our footsteps melding one into another across time and landscapes. To us, it is a hodgepodge, a mess of mistakes and victories amassed one atop the other. We see disorder, confusion. We see failures, losses, or great successes. We filter out the bland in favor of highs and lows and so miss the overall design of it. God sees us as a symphony, a collage of sound and color of individual parts, as the greatest music, the most epic soundtrack. Where we sing off key, where one of us drowns out another, He fills the spaces, makes for rest. His is the design. Him the model. Our canvas may have holes, He fills them, guides us around them.

We make light of evil, or too much, and there is a great amount of it on this planet. But God can handle all of it. Has handled all of it. He saw the patterns we would make, He scripted the parts, and cast each of us alongside the highest Note, the lowest Tone, which when spoken pulled us all together. We push against it. We have tried to tear the composition apart, but that one Thread holds the plot, one Instrument, born of His heart, played at the climax, sewn into the fabric He wove when only one of us stood in His garden.

It was enough. He is enough. We must look past the outward appearance, past what man in his ignorance has perished, and seek the Craftsman, who played the high and low notes which seemed to end only to begin again and now stream forward into the heavens where our chaos becomes His worship.

Man needs something bigger than Him to worship and some worship wood and stone, or mirror images of themselves, but He who knew the song before ever it was written, has the finality already planned. He is our part in it, and to be our Fullness of it. Our part in the pattern is to look past what is looming in front of us and walk the steps with Him. Our lives His focus will one day end and then what colors are on the canvas? How will the next generation follow in our steps? What tale did we leave? What instructions for their success? Or did our life amongst them smudge the horizon when the God of all desired their lives enough to paint Himself into the music? Music He started when His Light streamed into our atmosphere that He breathed out from deep within.

“And it shall come to pass in the last days, saith God, I will pour out of my Spirit upon all flesh: and your SONS and your DAUGHTERS shall prophesy, and your young men shall see visions, and your old men shall dream dreams: And on my servants and on my handmaidens I will pour out in those days of my Spirit; and they shall prophesy:” (Acts 2:17-18)

"Therefore shall ye lay up these my words in your heart and in your soul...And ye shall teach them your CHILDREN, speaking of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, when thou liest down, and when thou risest up." (Deuteronomy 11:18-19)

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Suzanne D. Williams, Author
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