Submitted by: Ali Gooderham
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.
Corrie ten Boom
Today, as I sit to write, I’m not sure there is much more than this.
Remember, God knows, and He sees the bigger picture.
Remember, God loves…He loves you so very much.
Remember, God cares about the very thing that you are walking through at this exact moment.
Will you leave the choice to Him?
Do you trust Him enough?
Do you believe that He has the very best in mind for your life?
Let Him use the dark threads, because without them, the full beauty of the weaving can not be revealed.
“For we live by faith, not by sight.”
2 Corinthians 5:7
One day He will reveal the weaving to us.
One day we will see the beauty in all that has been used in this life.
But until then when you can’t trace His hand, trust His heart.
“I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.”