Heaven’s Thread

Exodus 35:5-6

Take a sacred offering for the Lord. Let those with generous hearts present the following gifts to the Lord:
blue, purple, and scarlet thread; 


When God’s people set to work to build the Temple of Solomon, they brought forth several gifts. Included in their gifts was blue thread. This was to be woven, together with the scarlet (blood sacrifice) and purple (royalty) thread, into the curtain that would divide the Holy of Holies and the Presence of God from the common people. Later our Savior became this curtain for us by His sacrifice at the Cross. So now, He ushers us, His children, directly into His holy presence.


Even today, God still invites us to bring forward our blue thread, but now for the new Temple. 


1 Corinthians 3: 16 (ESV)

Do you not know that you are God’s temple and that God’s Spirit dwells in you?


Every time we come with our deep yearning and groanings, we give Him the thread of heaven that lies within us. For He has already placed eternity within our human hearts. He just beckons us to enter the Holy of Holies, to pour out our hearts before Him, so that He can unveil the Promise of heaven within our innermost being through His beautiful weaving.


Romans 8: 23 (NLT)

And we believers also groan, even though we have the Holy Spirit within us as a foretaste of future glory, for we long for our bodies to be released from sin and suffering. We, too, wait with eager hope for the day when God will give us our full rights as his adopted children, including the new bodies he has promised us.


Breathe Alive 

Grief waits upon no one
It swells and breaks
Our placid perfect life alive
All buried doubts
To spit and foam.

The questions we
Have layed aside
Come spitting, foaming
Back to Life
Why, my Lord, Oh why?

His ways above our own,
His Word we know
And so our doubts too dark
Have hid away in drawers
And fastened shut.

But as the waves here
Swell and break
The fastened drawers
Break forth now loosed
And questions buried, breathe alive.

Our self-sufficient strength
Now breaks
Our bodies, minds and souls
To spit and foam
From strength, undone.

But as He calls us
Songs to raise
His Face to seek
Spit and foam unhid
A deep begins to rise.

His deep has called
Our depths alive
Not there our own, but His.

Our Living God writes death to life
On tablets of these human hearts.

Each wave that breaks
Leads death to life
Our questions hid to spit and foam
Released to die 

In Sovereign God arise. 

All hearts we’ve shut
He opens wide, 

His breath to raise alive.



Psalm 51:6 (NASB)

Behold, You desire truth in the innermost being, And in the hidden part You will make me know wisdom.


Father God, overwhelm us with Your love and grace today. Forgive us for the moments we have hid our deepest groanings. Forgive us for being too ashamed to bring you what we truly think and feel. Help us to bring it all before You today. Our questions, our doubts, our pain, our shame and our deep longing to see Your Word fulfilled in our lives. 


Thank You that You sent Jesus to carry our every weakness. Thank You that He, like no other, knows the impact of trauma. Thank You that He took the shock, the freezing of our memories, to that Cross, so that today He may break open trauma’s hold to heal and make us whole. Thank You that we are buried with Christ and raised to new life, a new life that is being unveiled daily.


Transform our hearts not just to believe You with our rational sense, but with our whole heart, mind and soul. To feel Your truth deep within us. Wash away any shame. Wash away the lies. Speak truth into the depths of our heart. 


Let us audibly hear Your Voice inside of us, above all other noise. Help us to see, feel, hear and even smell Your goodness and Your faithfulness to us. Give us the faith to see Your wholeness, fullness and completion woven into the fabric of our and our loved ones being. In Jesus’ Name, Amen.


Is there blue thread you sense the LORD asking you to bring forward today? Allow God to unravel your heart to reveal your deepest groanings. Don’t let the enemy turn you away ashamed of the thoughts and feelings that surface, but lay them at His feet and invite Him to speak. Try writing a Lament. Margaret Feinberg explains how to do so here: Achy Breaky Heart. Bring it all to the table:




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