Tapestry of Life

The Weaver

My life is just a weaving
Between my Lord and me
I cannot choose the colors
He weaves so skillfully

Sometimes he weaves sorrow
And I in foolish pride
Forget that he sees the upper
And I the underside

Not till 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 needed
In the Weavers skillful hands
As the threads of gold and silver
In the pattern he has planned

Written by B. M. Franklin

This poem really spoke to my heart, I loved the analogy of our life to a tapestry.  Often we see the ugly part of the tapestry (the underside) not understanding what God is doing. We just have to trust him, that the dark threads (trials) are as needed as the gold and silver to make that beautiful tapestry.

"For we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purposes"  Romans 8:28