Cross sticched picture of scenery
The Weaver
My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.
Not til 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.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.
Author Unknown
   
I enjoy doing counted crosstitch and embroidery. When I am working on a picture I see it begin to emerge from the blank fabric as I continue working on it. It grows more beautiful bit by bit. However, when I turn it over I see a tangle of threads and very little indication of what kind of picture there is on the opposite side. Someone sitting by my feet would not know how pretty the picture actually is on the other side. They might think I was more than a little bit crazy spending so much time on something so ugly.
The things that happen in our life that seem to be bad or ugly are similar to this illustration. God is on the side of our life where He can see what the future holds. He also sees how our life ties in with the lives of others. When things seem too hard to bear, think about the following scripture:
"And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28

(A related poem with the same wonderful theme:  Song of Hope)
 


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