I'm learning and relearning (cuz I'm hardheaded and stubborn like that), with each passing day, week, month and year...that my precious Heavenly Father, has consistently, been weaving my life...with only the best strands..but sometimes from my perspective, it hurts, is sad, scary, embarrassing and other times it is fun, happy, lively, exciting, exhilarating and surprising.
My prayer- Dear Lord- as you faithfully continue weaving the plan for my life together, help me to trust you when I don't understand, can't see, am scared or hurting. Help me to take the steps as you guide and direct me to do so...trusting that through the joys and sorrows you are working a plan and see what will be when I sometimes get stuck on what is right now. Be patient with me, help me to be patient with myself and others. I desire to live out your plan vibrantly, regardless of circumstances, fully trusting that you see what I cannot see and understand what I cannot comprehend.
One of my Favorite Books is THE HIDING PLACE. Corrie Ten Boom is such an inspiration to so many. ... she says- "We see the back of the embroidery, God sees the front! He knows how beautiful it will be."
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving
Between the Lord and me . . .
I may not choose the colors;
He knows what they should be;
Between the Lord and me . . .
I may not choose the colors;
He knows what they should be;
For He can view the pattern
Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.
Upon the upper side,
While I can see it only
On this, the under side.
Sometimes He weaveth sorrow,
Which seems strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.
Which seems strange to me;
But I will trust His judgment
And work on faithfully.
'Tis He who fills the shuttle;
He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.
He knows just what is best;
So I shall weave in earnest
And leave with Him the rest.
Not till 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.
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.
Grant Colfax Tuller
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