Tuesday, April 5, 2011

My Life is but a Weaving

Life can be compared to an embroidered tapestry. At first glance there is no discernible pattern. One only sees a jumble of colors, threads, and stitches. We see our lives in the same way at times. Confusion! Doubt! Pain! Suffering! There seems to be no apparent reason why we face the seasons of our lives. However, when the weaver completes his needlepoint, he turns the tapestry over and reveals a beautiful pattern. When we see life from God’s perspective (“above the sun”) we will understand that God is the Weaver who is threading all the seasons of your life together to form a beautiful tapestry of his handiwork which will bring Him glory and praise. Corrie ten Boom writes, "This is how God views your life and someday we will have the privilege of seeing it from His point of view."

My life is but a weaving Betwixt my God and me, I do not choose the colors He worketh steadily. Ofttimes 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 unfold the pattern And explain the reason why. For the dark threads are as needful In the Weaver's skillful hand As the threads of gold and silver In a pattern He has planned Grant Colfax Tullar or Benjamin Malachi Franklin (poem attributed to either author)

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