I have a dear friend at church, Robyn, who is the head of our Missions program. In a recent Missions Newsletter, she included this writing...especially appropriate for the knitters, spinners and weavers I know and certainly for our day to day life journey! It has no author credited to it, if anyone recognizes it and knows the author please share it with me.
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 hand,
As the threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned - Anonymous
2 comments:
Can I get that poem tattoed to my forehead please.
Love that poem.
I've been trying to email you at this address and it's bouncing. Is there a typo or something wrong with the address?
Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently:
serenityfarms@nethawk.com
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