Life is but a Weaving

Ian,

The questions of "why?" and "what is God's purpose?" and "In God's sovereignty, He..." These are just too big for me. Heard this poem in GriefShare. Corrie ten Boom used to quote it apparently. She went through so much in life - the Nazi's, concentration camps, loss of mother, father, sister, loss of friends, redemption and world-wide ministry. Must have been a baffling and amazing journey. Reading the poem helped think about the big picture and trust God to make His grand tapestry for His glory. In the end, I don't understand. I guess, I don't want to understand. I must stop focusing on understanding and more on trusting, a little bit more each day.

Love you "e",

Dad

"My life is but a weaving

Between my God and me.

I cannot choose the colors

He weaveth steadily.

Oft’ times He weaveth sorrow;

And I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper

And I the underside.

Not ’til the loom is silent

And the shuttles cease to fly

Will God unroll the canvas

And reveal 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 the very best to those

Who leave the choice to Him.”