I can see it clearly: golden threads of Glory, of the very presence of the God whose image we bear, traveling to and fro about the earth. A thread links me to my mother, to my children, to a friend I pray with at church.
I take a late night phone call to encourage someone, and a thread is formed. She awakens the next day and pours out to her family from a newfound place of peace, and more threads go out from her.
She gives a struggling mother a box of food, and a thread goes out to her, then branches off into her children. That mother goes and teaches a Bible study, and threads begin to weave into each individual present.
The weaving of the tapestry of Heaven on Earth. His breath in our lungs leaving a divine Residue on all that we come into contact with.
The Hall of Faith found in Hebrews 11:40 states that even Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob... "none of them received what had been promised, [40] since God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect."
The completion of the tapestry of Heaven requires each of our threads to be weaved into place. Tucking, dodging, connecting, and branching out into new rosettes of Glory. God is Love. There is no Love outside of Him. Love is the name of the fabric of His being, the substance of the threads of which we are formed.
I create a painting through worship, and it passes into the hands of a buyer. A thread is formed.
You make a piece of pottery, and I purchase it. A new thread is formed. Creation is born of Love, and we are made in the image of our Creator. This is why foods of the earth are alive. Fresh baked bread, made with Love, is alive. But processed foods are not. Mass-produced goods are not. They are dead because the fibers of His love are not included.
I can see the links connecting and knitting us together in Love in the grandest tapestry.
As I created this piece, I mourned for weeks because how can I imitate such a grand concept of Heaven with mere paints and brushes? I found myself crying out for a vial of Stardust from the Heavens from which to paint, because my meager paints and hands made of dust could never do the vivid colors of the Heavens any justice.
But I had to trust that the Life and Love that He's placed inside of me are enough to bring dead things back to life, and so I painted anyway.
Can you see it? Can you see the threads of Love that are the makeup of all of humanity? Can you see the signature of His glory as we, made in His image, create and love and give and live for Him? Can you see the continuation of the thing that was so grand and so massive that it couldn't be done through Adam and Moses and Joseph and Peter... if it wasn't completed through us?
We are the strings! Ask Him how to weave yours today. What divine touch points are you meant to reach today? Who are you meant to speak life into? What are you meant to partner with Him to weave today? Every step we take carries Glory, and it matters far more than we realize.
"Tapestry of Heaven"
16x20" acrylic on canvas. 2025.
