The Launch of 2015
The KING’s Tapestry
© Jennifer Joy
awakened to the rhythmic sounds of the shuttles divine movement of heaven’s
loom. It was an awakening to a sound like no other. It was a different sound, a
new sound, perhaps a cosmic reverberation or syncopation. The harmony stretched
across the universe pulling taut the instruments’ strings. Slowly my eyes
fluttered open to the unfamiliar melody. At first, I thought perhaps it was an ancient
drum or a native ebb and flow from distant shores. Then I fully opened my eyes
and there HE was at the loom. Intuitively I knew this encounter was to be a
rare, priceless gift. A moment to transfer from earth’s dimension to heaven’s
realm and watch my KING YESHUA! A single effortless turning to shed the weight
of earth and embrace the timeless grace of HIS Eternal Kingdom.
HE scooted over
on the ornate antique cypress wood bench… (At
first I wondered if he made it, then I laughed silently as I knew that of
course HE had made it) and motioned for me to sit next to HIM. It was
clearly a KING’s bench, yet also the place of a servant. I did not hesitate.
While on earth
HE was a carpenter, therefore, I was acquainted with the sounds of the hammer,
the file, the saw and other carpentry tools. The deep blended fragrances of
pine, fir, acacia, cedar, myrtle, cypress and other trees were also common to
place carried the heavy fragrances of an antique yarn shop or ancient mercantile.
I had not been here before. The sounds and the fragrances were acutely new,
unknown and unfamiliar. Circling the expansive borders of the room were baskets
of yarn, threads, woven garments, fabrics, cording, lace, buttons, adornments…a
place those of the creative arts only dream about. The walls were aged polished
wood…perhaps Manzanita as the colors indicated the possibility…yet perhaps it
is not possible to know fully where the Carpenter acquired the pieces of wood
so artfully and seamlessly fitted together.
HE did not seem
out of place, yet, I could not find my familiar place with HIM.
HIS hands held
the various threads deftly as HE maneuvered effortlessly through the different
motions of weaving, a completely foreign language to me. As there are over 7000
spoken languages on the earth and I can barely navigate one, I wonder how
simple I must seem to HIM, yet, I always feel so highly valued, cherished,
esteemed, accepted and overtly loved in HIS presence. HE has invited me to this
place to learn and understand a new language called weaving. The languages that
HE has already taught me such as sounds, colors, symbols, types and numbers
will be of great benefit in this place. I am grateful that HE took the time to
prepare me for this season. It is so like HIM to go before me and prepare the
way. Teaching, imparting, revealing, and giving generously all that I will need
to walk side-by-side with HIM, as HE walks in obedience to HIS FATHER, ABBA
watched HIS movements for awhile as HE would carefully, intentionally choose a
thread, weave a thread, blend a thread, and lift a thread in the soothing
motions of soft music like a seasoned conductor orchestrating a grand symphony.
Each movement meant something in a greater sphere, a greater dimension…I could
see each color, each type of thread, the numbers of threads, the consistency of
the threads, and the blending of the threads were a language unto themselves,
yet as ONE. I thought about the “Great Dance” of the Father, Son and the Holy
Spirit…and I could see this was similar only in fabric, texture, color,
movement, blending and positioning. If a thread seemed too thin, too fragile,
too sparse, then HE would take another thread, and roll them together between
HIS fingers, making them one: A strong, united, unbroken thread. There were countless spools of threads to
choose from in every imaginable hue, texture, width and design. I was completely
fascinated at the manner in which HE chose a single raw silk thread from Japan,
a refined silk thread from China, a colorfully died cotton thread from South
America, an exquisite thread of French lace, a rough thread of a Scottish
Tartan and blend them together as one. Although I could not see the pattern
clearly because I was too close, I was sure the completed design would reveal
HIS FATHER’s Kingdom purposes, plans, desires, pleasures, seasons, times,
revelations and hopes.
I am comforted
by HIS presence and contented to observe without conversation or any verbal offering
in the grandiose style of my typical avalanche of questions. My eyes navigated the
room like one visiting an art gallery….truly too much beauty to behold. I
noticed a thick luxurious yarn that is the color of blueberries and milky cream
and another braided thread combining the colors of pomegranates, cherries and
plums. Then my eyes riveted to tiny silk ribbons in the colors of mangos,
lemons and limes. Such deep, deep
beauty…a sonata of touchable textures. A rhapsody of light patterns reflecting majestically
all the colors of the spectrum.
Glancing back towards the MASTER, I noticed that HE moved a basket near HIS feet out into the open
space. HE looked through the remnants carefully and selected a rather fragile
piece of seemingly ordinary string. Smiling with HIS eyes, HE weaved the
ordinary string among some extraordinary threads. I am captivated. I am
Then HE stopped,
turned towards me and spoke HIS first words to me during this time, “Your
turn.” HE placed the threads in my hands, with HIS hands over mine and HE taught
me the movements of weaving in the same way that HE taught me how to make any
Worship Instrument over the last 18 years. Each worship instrument whether it
is a hammer or sword or scepter or flag or Glory Ring is always about a
singular purpose, to create a song in color, type and symbol to Glorify YESHUA.
I am grateful we have been doing this for a number of years as I am now comfortable
being HIS student and there is no other person from whom I would rather learn.
Even though my hands are following HIS hands, it is HE who is creating the multi-faceted
design of the Tapestry. We work together for awhile until HE is certain that I
am confident in what I have learned. I realize HE has allowed me to learn on
HIS Tapestry, HIS masterpiece, HIS work of art…not my own “beginner’s piece”. I
am humbled by this realization. Undone. I find myself without a single word.
shifts as I sense that the time has come to a close. Perhaps for the first time
I have asked no questions, made no inquiries, and I have asked for nothing
because certainly being invited into the KING’s Presence is more than enough. I
know to wait before HIM for the fullness of HIS revelation.
Gratefully, I have once again found my
familiar place with HIM.
…It was an
awakening to a sound like no other. It was a different sound, a new sound,
perhaps a cosmic reverberation or syncopation. The harmony stretched across the
universe pulling taut the instruments’ strings. Slowly my eyes fluttered open
to the unfamiliar melody.