Nothing much to say today except that I ran across this wonderful poem and really wanted to share. I have been struggling a lot lately with what next and why and how questions and found this at just the right time for me. I hope it reminds you all, as it did me, that I will know the answers to my questions when God wants me to know them. Be faithful, not fearful, my friends.
The Divine Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He works steadily.
Oftentimes He weaves sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget that He sees the upper
And I the underside.
Not until the loom is silent
And the shuttles cease to fly,
Shall God unroll the canvas
And explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful
In the Weaver’s skillful hand,
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
~ Author unknown
