Bursting at the Seams

A Good Reminder...

{Hugh captured the beautiful blue sky on a warm summer day}

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me;

I cannot choose the colors

He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes He weaveth sorrow

And I in foolish pride

Forget that He seeth the upper,

And I the under side.

Not till 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.

-Anonymous

I had to work on Sunday, therefore missing church. Hugh saved some good quotes from the sunday school lesson for me to read. This poem was one of them. I really liked it because it reminded me that my experiences in life serve a purpose in molding who I am and will become. Some good, some bad...but all worth it.