Just before 'the crash' we found a small, travel size table loom at a late season moving sale and Mom had begun to lay out her first scarf with several homespun yarns. (pictures below) This particular type of weaving has been a therapeutic project during our limited down time.
As it 'just so happens' (although we all agree nothing is 'happenstance' with the Lord) our current reading of encouragement is Tramp for the Lord by Corrie Ten Boom. It is a beautiful walk through Corrie's life following her release from the concentration camps of WWII. In it she shares how forgiveness enabled her to grow closer to the Lord and gave her an abounding joy; but it was not easy, and all had to be given to Him, as she could not, in herself, work through the hurt and anger as the Lord can do for us. In the beginning of the book is a wonderful poem called "The Weaver"* that touched us so deeply and speaks so analogically to our lives, we had to share.
We hope you will be as stirred by this poem that serves as a poignant reminder of who is truly in charge.
As it 'just so happens' (although we all agree nothing is 'happenstance' with the Lord) our current reading of encouragement is Tramp for the Lord by Corrie Ten Boom. It is a beautiful walk through Corrie's life following her release from the concentration camps of WWII. In it she shares how forgiveness enabled her to grow closer to the Lord and gave her an abounding joy; but it was not easy, and all had to be given to Him, as she could not, in herself, work through the hurt and anger as the Lord can do for us. In the beginning of the book is a wonderful poem called "The Weaver"* that touched us so deeply and speaks so analogically to our lives, we had to share.
We hope you will be as stirred by this poem that serves as a poignant reminder of who is truly in charge.
The Weaver
My life is but a weaving,
Between my God and me;
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily,
Oft times 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,
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.
Anonymous
My life is but a weaving,
Between my God and me;
I do not choose the colors,
He worketh steadily,
Oft times 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,
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.
Anonymous
For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts. Isaiah 55:9
* it's referenced as being written by 'Anonymous' but when Mom began typing it out, she thought to check the 'ol internet; learning many blogs and even churches note Benjamin Malachi Franklin as it's author. Having no previous knowledge of this man and little time to research thoroughly; we note it for you to research at will.