Psalm 139:13, “For You formed my inward parts; You wove me in my mother’s womb.”
We are woven in the womb. I love the sound of that. The poetry in that. But for the longest time, I don’t think I really believed it. I don’t think I really believed that we were divinely made and divinely created for purpose. Until something happened to me that was so much bigger than me… I couldn’t believe otherwise.
“Live Your Weave”
My Dad used to tell me, “You can do anything, Kathy. Really, anything.” I know that he meant for it to be empowering but at the same time it was paralyzing. Because what Dad really meant for me to do was something worthwhile. Something that would leave the world a better place. Something to say that it mattered that I was. But most importantly, something that I was called to do.
That felt weighty, too. What was I called to do? My sister had been called into the ministry and so, while I believed in her call, I didn’t believe in my own. I thought calls were only for people like my sister, pulled to lead in worship. Professionally, I was a graphic designer and a mom of four so the small good I did in the world was volunteer in a soup kitchen. Helping the homeless by serving soup each month felt like I was leaving the world a better place until one day when I was made to realize it wasn’t enough. A formerly homeless man named Denver Moore, co-author of Same Kind of Different as Me, challenged me to do more. He wanted me to “build beds.”
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