If you've read any of my previous posts, you know I love people's stories. I love to hear their greatest memories, the pieces they feel formed them as a person, their trials and challenges.
Every person is a woven tapestry. Each thread is a distinct color and piece of the story, ducking beside, behind, over, and around all the other threads.
At the beginning of any conversation, I never know if I'm getting to see a small, independent image within the greater work or an entire quadrant explaining how all the threads connect to form the author.
Regardless, I listen as the storyteller reveals who they are thread by thread. Some narrators take delight in only giving me a smidge. Others readily share the corners that are important to them, saving the majority of the picture for themselves. Occasionally, I encounter the one who revels in giving me their entire masterpiece faster than I can absorb it all, enjoying my reactions to their yarn.
Whichever type of story-weaver I encounter, it is important to stand close to see the beauty of every thread.
Then, just as important, I have to remember to take a couple of steps back to appreciate the treasure God has put together. After all, he really is the weaver. We are just his artisans in this world.
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This is one of Raphel's tapestries, currently hanging in the Sistine Chapel. From the Vatican Museum website.
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