God’s spiderwebs

I’ve always sort of pictured God as a spider

(In a highly reverent way, of course)

spinning the threads of our lives together

in a predetermined pattern, into a huge web-

all if it tying together, each strand conencted to the others.

It’s an intricate dance, a beautiful, dizzying design

as He weaves and snips and spins.

It’s a sometimes slow, sometimes lightning fast process

that no one truly understands the meaning behind,

but the real question is not how, it is this.

When the web is finished, what will we see in it?

Will we appreciate the effort and time it took to create

and marvel at it, and wonder “How?”

Or will we ignore it every day, not noticing or caring when it’ s gone?

Or will we stand in awe of its Maker, and treasure it

until wind and time blow it away?

Will we wonder where each strand blew to,

and if the threads could ever be put together again?

One thing is certain- we could never mend a broken web

with our clumsy fingers, and thoughtless mistakes abounding.

But I always think of the pieces of this crazy masterpiece

blowing out of sight into heaven where God reconstructs it

into a perfect, flawless work, that we could never hope to catch a glimpse of or be a part of-

(or could we?)

or even wrap our minds around.

But the one big difference in God and spiderwebs I have observed

is that no one can smash, poison, or in any way restrain God,

or rip apart the web He spins from of our insignificant, tiny lives.