My life is but a weaving, between my God and me,
I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily.
Oftimes He weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside.
Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly,
Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reason why.
The dark threads are as needful in the skillful Weaver's hands,
As the threads of gold and silver, in the pattern He has planned.
anonymous
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When the dark threads appear, I find then that I must rely on my faith. For I do not see or know what God has planned for me, but I know that he will take care of me and do as He see's fit. Meanwhile, I sit, only to grow in my faith, trying to be patient, which I fear he knows I need the most :)
Thank you,
Cathy
thank you Cathy. I'm so glad to call you my friend.
- ourhometoyours
I know that God puts certain people in our lives for reasons that He see's fit. I know you are one of them that He chose for me. Those are one of the BEST blessings anyone can have :)
Thank you!
Cathy
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