My life is but a weaving between 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 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
(From the book, "Tramp for the Lord" by Corrie Ten Boom)
I will always doubt my ability to homeschool my children or doubt my ability to do many great things I feel driven to do. But I need to remember the answers I receive and go forward with faith.
As the poem says, I need to remember that the Lord has the upper and I the underside.
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2 comments:
That's an awesome poem. Thanks for sharing!
P.S. I loved your "Saaaaaassss,"
comment on my blog, I could not stop laughing. Ü
I love this poem. I often recite the first line to myself to remember to let Him guide me...
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