Weaving

My life is but a weaving
between my Lord and me;
I cannot choose the colors,
He worketh steadily.
Oft times He weaveth sorrow,
And I, in foolish pride,
Forget He sees the upper,
And I the under side.

Not 'til the loom is silent
and the 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.
He knows, He loves, He cares,
nothing this truth can dim.
He gives His very best to those
who leave the choice with Him.

~Author Unknown

I love this poem. Those of you who have cross-stitched before know that when you turn your design over to the underside it is a mess of knots and strings with no design. The top is beautiful, but the bottom is a disaster. Life is like this. Most of the time we are stuck in messes and disasters that seem to have little or no purpose. God knows the plan and what we need to go through to make our lives beautiful. He sees the top side of our lives and what we can become. Stitch by stitch we are weaving a beautiful pattern even if it seems like a mess right now...we just need to trust in God.