Quotes about Weaver
They made the robe of the ephod entirely of blue cloth, the work of a weaver,
- Exodus 39:22
For Aaron and his sons they made tunics of fine linen, the work of a weaver,
- Exodus 39:27
The shaft of his spear was like a weaver’s beam, and its iron point weighed six hundred shekels. In addition, his shield bearer went before him.
- 1 Samuel 17:7
mind is the master-weaver, both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance, and that, as they may have hitherto woven in ignorance and pain they may now weave in enlightenment and happiness.
- James Allen
and encourage; that mind is the master-weaver, both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance, and that, as they
- James Allen
God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach. Every king, despot, weather pattern, and molecule are at his command. He passes the shuttle back and forth across the generations, and as he does, a design emerges. Satan weaves; God reweaves.
- Max Lucado
I have come to believe that we do not walk alone in this life. There are others, fellow sojourners, whose journeys are interwoven with ours in seemingly random patterns, yet, in the end, have been carefully placed to reveal a remarkable tapestry. I believe God is the weaver at that loom.
- Richard Paul Evans
God the Grand Weaver seeks those with tender hearts so that he can put his imprint on them. Your hurts and your disappointments are part of that design, to shape your heart and the way you feel about reality. The hurts you live through will always shape you. There is no other way.
- Ravi Zacharias
is it not possible that the Grand Weaver has a design in mind for you, a design that will adorn you as he
- Ravi Zacharias
Mind is the master weaver, both of the inner garment of character and the outer garment of circumstance.
- James Allen
God, the Master Weaver. He stretches the yarn and intertwines the colors, the ragged twine with the velvet strings, the pains with the pleasures. Nothing escapes his reach.
- Max Lucado