While growing up, I would devour books written by Corrie ten Boom. I remember her making reference to a poem called "The Weaver". The poem was written by B. M. Franklin
My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me.
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves so skillfully.
Sometimes 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 explain the reasons why-
The dark threads are as needful,
In The Weaver's skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern He has planned.
As I contemplate this poem, I find myself looking beyond my own life for I have learned that truly "no man (or woman :wink:) is an island ". The choices we make, the things we do or say may very well have far more of an impact than what we believe. Just the other day, a friend of mine here shared a quote from a journal which she had made one year ago. Ironically, the words she wrote in the past were words which I needed to hear in the present moment.
I find this thing to be very sobering. Whether we realize it or not, we are bound together in some shape or form. While we may not be connected in the same manner with everyone and are more closely connected with some more than others, the things we say and do, the choices we make, do affect others in ways we might never dream, not just within our own generation but in the generations to come.
May we daily ask God to guide us in all that we say and do and may we remember that He chooses bright and dark threads according to His purpose. We have to trust the Weaver knows exactly what He is doing!
Profound thoughts here:
[quote]May we daily ask God to guide us in all that we say and do and may we remember that He chooses bright and dark threads according to His purpose. We have to trust the Weaver knows exactly what He is doing![/quote]
The temptation is always to tell the weaver what to do and to make everything according to our whims, standards or desires. Trust demands we allow the weaver to make as He chooses and do as He pleases knowing it will be the very best for He is always right.
I only saw the blog title and immediately my brain was going through "The Weaver"! But then again...I suppose it would :wink:
How right you are my friend. Oh the glory of being part of the Master Weaver's plan. I thank God that the threads of our lives are interwoven.
Oh, and I sooo agree with Gracie...some of us do forget if we don't journal. anyone know where I put my pen?