“The Work of Many Hands”

Stitch by stitch, the holy place grows, woven from threads of obedience and grace. Blue like heaven’s breath, purple like royalty’s whisper, scarlet like covenant love, all gathered into one living tapestry.

Goat hair for covering, ram skins dyed red for remembrance, and the soft glow of sealskin above, layers of shelter, layers of story, layers of God’s careful keeping.

Every clasp, every loop, every measured cubit speaks of a God who dwells not in chaos,

but intentionally beauty.

And still today, He builds His dwelling the same way, panel by panel, curtain by curtain, in the quiet work of willing hearts.

We are the tent He stitches, the sanctuary He covers, the place where His glory chooses to rest.