The Wonder in the Weaving

Every weaving has two sides. The weaving of my life is no different. My Weaver sees the pattern, and so I trust Him as the shuttle flies in ways I sometimes do not understand,particularly from this view - the underside. I am mother of nine (three in heaven), a writer, a wife/daughter/sister, a business woman, a lover of creation, and a daughter of the King. Please join me as exuberant colors, compelling textures, and eclectic threads weave the story of my life.

Life is but a weaving
between my God 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 weaveth sorrow,
Which seemeth 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.

At last, when life is ended,
With Him I shall abide,
And I may view the pattern
Upon the upper side,

Then I shall know the reason
Why pain with joy entwined,
Was woven in the fabric
Of life that God designed.

Author Unknown

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Restless

Today's Threads...
I grow restless with the harshness of the drawn out winter season. Holiday diamonds that were scattered throughout, sparkling with celebration - Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year's, St. Valentines Day - have all been rolled into layers of velvet obscurity and tucked away for another year. In the absence of their anticipation, the landscape is dull, muted, muddied.
The knowledge remains that there is a season of renewal approaching. A songbird chirped at dawn today, a brave shoot of green reared its head to seek for sun.
Oh, Lord, give me the courage to raise my head as well.

The Wonder in the Weaving

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Restless

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