1. Erica, loved this post. It reminded me of a poem I heard Chuck Swindoll quote years ago on his radio program. May we learn to hang onto Him for beauty comes!


    My life is but a weaving
    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.

    Sometimes He weaves in sorrow,
    Which seems so strange to me;
    But I will trust His judgment
    And work on faithfully.

    ‘Tis He who fills the shuttle,
    And He knows what is best;
    So I shall weave in earnest,
    And leave to Him the rest.

    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 needed
    In the Weaver’s skillful hand
    As the threads of gold and silver
    In the pattern He has planned.

    ~~ Author Unknown ~~

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