Within every man and woman is a space of heart. It’s the precious hole waiting to be filled by its owner.

An unseen yearning and voice occupies the endless cavern reaching up to Heaven, its homeland.

The world in all its materials work tirelessly to fit into this unnamed place and yet never does it completely fill the void.

First one then another is fighting for the right to call this place home and at times there comes a squatter needing you be vacated.

Tenants move in by the hundreds and do their best to dress up the place but nothing seems to fit the lovely, yet empty, well waiting living water.

Upon formation, precious hands could be found crafting unique treasures surrounding the cavern. The vessel was created as a one of a kind masterpiece.

Priceless character traits and heavenly gifting flowing through the muscular weight and wear.

Bones given strength for journeys that would carry the hope of glory to unforeseen lands.

In the natural, it would appear like patches sewn together to create a beautiful quilt. Yet, lost it is still without its Creator.

The seams tear easily and there lacks a holy power to keep the quilt in daily form. The wear and tear causes much fraying and soon it is in need of the Master seamstress.

None of the patches quite fit the empty hole regardless of how many times one tries.

No, there is only one answer.

It has been designed purposefully. Only One can occupy and fully be at home.

The peace of having the hole sealed once and for all is astounding to the one who has welcomed in the rightful tenant.

The yearning toward Heaven and homeland has won and now true life begins anew.

The beautiful surrounding mystery awakens as the siege of power is felt deeply within.

The patchwork of earthly masters compares not a whit to the never-ending design of the heavenly triune Creator.

Try as we may, we “thinks” we are masters of the patchwork.

Yet, hidden within the echoing hollow is the voice of One who causes all else to come to life.

There is no patchwork that fits this unique place. None can cover or fill it fully.

As long as it remains empty….so shall we be…

Signed,

A Former Master at Patchwork