When God displayed Himself before Isaiah it was a glorious sight. I love the part where it says, "the train of his robe filled the temple" and the seraphim sang "Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord Almighty" (Isa. 6: 1,3) Now that is one song I can't imagine what it sounded like but I would love to have heard it. When I imagine the train I imagine it full of people rejoicing before the Lord Almighty. We each know God in so many different ways and God is known by so many names.
Isaiah's revelation of God was so amazing he cried out "Woe to me!" I am a man of unclean lips, and I live among a people of unclean lips, and my eyes have seen the King, The Lord Almighty." (Isaiah 6:5) Then what happened next with the seraph touching Isaiah's lips with a coal from the altar of The Lord must have been awesome and yet an awakening in Isaiah, I can't even imagine.
There have been several times in my life when I felt the touch of God so personal and close in my life I thought I would explode. One such encounter was in making a quilt totally for a stranger. When I had finished delivering that quilt to the family I knew there was a God who was involved, not only involved in my artistic ability, but desiring to see me fulfill what He had put in me. The scripture verse woven into the border of that quilt was the same verse the mother had pasted all over her home standing for a promise about her daughter. I had never met her nor talked to her about anything in her life. Now that sent shivers up my spine in an awesome Holy way. That God would know me and desire for me to know Him in a more personal way was, well, it was a love I had longed to have satisfied in me about Him since I was a child.
I love this quilt and it has a place of honor in my living room where it hangs. I love the yellow and pale pink colors. The flowers were appliqued. Yesterday I really began to look at the quilt and I can see if I had hung the squares on a design wall there would have been major changes where the blocks were positioned. I guess my classes are paying off and I am learning visual appeal and continuity.
Here is a close up of one of the flower blocks. It is a thistle, a weed by everyone's standards. But I don't consider it a weed or useless. I know they are blown by the wind and propagate everywhere and are considered a nuisance. But I have seen gorgeous butterflies on them. You know I don't want to be blown by everything that comes along . I want to be useful and beautiful in the Lord's sight, even if there are some that would consider me a nuisance, I know there is a loving, kind God who thinks otherwise. The butterfly is one of my personal symbols. It represents new beginnings, change, beauty and delicacy. It's a world traveler.