The Weaver

Church was great today. It was all music Sunday and the theme of the morning was how God weaves our lives into a tapestry, with both light and dark colors. All the music was tied together and 113 different people performed. The church was packed and my children were all well behaved. Salinda was on time, and pleasant, and I was very relieved.

There were many points during chruch today where my eyes were misty thinking about the ways in which God is transforming me... the various peaks and valleys that I have gone through -- the people and situations He has brought into my life for a purpose. There were even times when I had to bite my tongue to keep from sobbing so my kids didn't think I was nuts (I never cry in front of them). But it is so true that God has had my life in His hands and that he is weaving together something amazing. I am determined to pour my energy into making the best of every good gift he has given me in addition to every loss I have experienced.

The narration part of this story ended with a poem that I had never read in it's entirety. It is an incredible analogy and I have always loved the ending.

The Weaver
by Benjamin Malacia Franklin

My Life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oft times He weaveth sorrow
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

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

He knows, He loves, He cares,
Nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
Who leave the choice with Him.