Posted by Gail Meade:

Looking at Psalm 139, I was studying and trying to decide what to teach in the women’s meetings while I am in Uganda this Fall. I read and reread the entire Psalm.  Verse 13 really resonated, but in a way that I have never noticed before:  “…You did weave me in my mother’s womb.” WEAVE. I am not a seamstress or a cloth-maker. Weaving involves taking many separate threads and combining them to make cloth. Each thread is unique; many are the same color; some have variations of that color. The many kinds of cloth produced is amazing. How does that pertain to ME?

God began toimg_2506 give me a picture so I could understand what He was saying to me. Here is what I saw. God takes threads from all the family who have gone before me and uses those to create the cloth of Gail. Maybe He took a blue and a green thread from my mother and a green and a yellow thread from my dad; maybe orange and brown from Mom’s parents and purple and black from Dad’s; a few from his grandparents, a few from her grandparents. It goes back many generations. We are all related. All of the threads are unique and the combinations are endless. Just as there are millions of kinds of cloth, so are people unique and different in so many ways. We can look at photos and say, “Look, there are eyes like mine, there is where my ears came from, but where did I get my nose?” I can trace my hair color, my height, my build across the generations.

Yet God saw me beforehand as He wove together all those threads. He knew me before I was born and knows me still. I see my heritage in my brother and sister, but we are all three different. The threads are woven in different manners and we are seen, each of us, for ourselves. It is a wonder!gidnharp2015

In fact, that is what the next verse says. “We are fearfully and wonderfully made.” As I look at my children, I see many characteristics from me and from Bob. I can also notice traits from our parents, all combined in different ways to make Kristyn as unique as Evan, but both from the same line: great-grandparents’, grandparents’ and parents’ threads all woven in beautiful ways.

Then I picture the seven grand-kids:  a whole new set of in-law ancestors combining to make such great young people. I hopefully waited through seven grand-kids for God to weave my curly hair thread so that it could show up  in Harper. I am thrilled, just as I am thrilled at any of the other “Gail” or “Bob” threads I see in that generation. It is a wonder and a marvel. Threads multiplied, magnified, muted, wondrous.